I love talking politics. Absolutely love it. I don't know that I'm a wonk, but I'd be willing to bet that if presented with a list of Congresscritters' names, I could identify the states for 75% of them, and could probably get the districts for 10%.
I love talking policy, too. Climate change, health care, you name it.
But I won't do it with my father-in-law. You see, he's pretty far to the right--so far so that he thinks Limbaugh is soft of liberals, that Beck doesn't go far enough, and that Ann Coulter ought to be on Mt. Rushmore.
So to keep the peace of the family, I refuse to talk politics with, or around him.
But this past weekend we got into it, and not about politics. But it was really about politics. And man was I seething.
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