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.”