Perhaps my favorite political anecdote, from a family friend (I don’t know if he’d wish to be identified).

Protagonist: “I’ve realized that it doesn’t matter who’s running.  I’d vote for Godzilla before I’d vote for Reagan.”  
Interlocutor: “Good.  You’ve finally reached political maturity.
Protagonist: “What do you mean? I just said I would vote for Godzilla!”
Interlocutor: “You’ve finally realized that your political views are too idiosyncratic to ever find a candidate who perfectly agrees with them.  All you can do is vote to kick the bastards out or keep the bastards out.” 


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