An interest in politics is rather like a virulent and seemingly incurable case of rabies in humans. Observe the crazed, fang-bearing, frothing at the mouth, inchoate barking of so-called facts and opinions by those infected with politics. They are vicious beasts to be avoided at all costs.
Fortunately, political animals are easy to detect, even in the wild, since they betray themselves with car bumper stickers and badges proclaiming their own deadly nature. Placards promoting pathogens such as "Trump" and "Biden" in the windows of homes are warning signs of which the cautious visitor should take heed. Do not enter and stumble into the jaws of insanity. God knows what disorientating, brain-devouring, savage dangers lurk within.
But, alas, evasive action becomes more difficult with every passing year. The rabid dogs have taken over the kennel and relentlessly chase the rest of us around the neighborhood. It's only a matter of time before you are stricken with Blue Death or Red Death, probably sometime in November when the political animals are in heat.
Is there an antidote? The rabid fangs of the dogmatics are sunk so deep into our skulls that it seems unlikely. All we can do is desperately try to think for ourselves as the deadly virus seeps into our systems. Nurturing a sense of gallows humor is a good place to start, although apparently supplies are already running very, very low.
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