Must...not...talk...politics...
LOL.....,
Every time a post like this pops up, my mind's eye wanderers off into the distance, up up and away...... And not unlike this here balloon it floats high above the country side, taking in the sights. Come dusk, off in the distance, a faint glow emerges from dimly lit window gently illuminating the golden tassels on the edge of a vast corn field. Inside we find a grizzled mountain of a beast, with more fur than Greta Garbo in the 50's..... He turns to his easy boy recliner, trusty phone in hand and settles to catch up with some old friends in his favorite hangout when a two bottom plow cuts a deep fuurow across his brow, up from his chair, and to the side table he goes. Into his favorite tumbler, two fingers of Scotch does he pour, he turns back to his chair, and with a shudder he stops, and places the glass back with a plop, picks up the bottle and heads to his chair, muttering away "From this dog, I'm gunna need a little hair ....)
.... He can't really get mad at me for poking a little fun if I don't use names, right?