People keep asking me what I think about the election. They usually ask because they recall that I studied Political Science and know that I'm a political junkie. They very rarely like what I have to say, and want to argue with me, which is exactly why I don't discuss politics with friends very much, because I despise political arguments. Especially because, well over fifty percent of the time, it's clear that the person trying to argue with me isn't even familiar with the fucking Constitution. Folks, if you want to speak intelligently about the political system that governs your life, you need to go back and fill in the knowledge gaps you earned by sleeping through your civics class back in high school. Don't come around telling me what Congress should and should not (or could and could not) do until you can tell me who the majority and minority leaders are, what the hell a Whip is, and how committee membership is determined and why it is important. (In Congress, everything real happens in committee, and if you're not hip to that, you don't understand what's going on.)
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You're eating a buncha pistachios. Inevitably, there are a rugged few in the mix who've never deigned to crack their shells open even the slightest bit. Your attempt to finish your snack fails, unless you decide to get violent with the offending nuts. (And you probably don't want to, because, as Mike's Nuts informs us, "Closed shells mean the nutmeat is immature," so if you actually do crack that stuff open, you're probably in for some fart jokes or something.)
