While in Kansas City a few weeks back I hooked up with one of my best buds for life and got into a rip-snorting high-decibel argument about politics before his lovely wife and daughter showed up. We both were sober.
It’s gnawed at me since.
I can’t remember how we got onto it but he voted for Trump, no doubt, and I voted for Clinton. It devolved from there. He tried to frame a moral equivalency between Trump and Obama, which blew my stack. I hope nobody in the hotel room next door was trying to catch a pre-supper nap or get cuddly.