I enjoy meeting people, especially expressive types. Today I met a gentleman in a vegetable market. He said, “I moved to Moultrie from California.” I usually respond to a Californian, “Well nobody is going to hold that against you.”
He continued, “My greatest fear is an encounter with a Trump supporter, understanding that there are many in Moultrie.” He broached the subject. I’ve learned to avoid politics with people whom I do not know well; however, I do enjoy the opportunity to interact with with an extreme left-wing be he Democrat or Republican.
Immediately the gentleman changed his persona. He began posturing aggressively — blurting out “I can’t stand Trump — don’t tell me what a good job he’s doing, Trump’s trade agreements have done nothing more than upset governments all over the world and has not accomplished anything positive.” He continued, “Don’t talk to me anymore about Trump or I’ll get mad.”
I’d like to make an observation: “Mostly we do not have enough knowledge of politics to become irrational or mad; you really should know or have some inkling of why you’re mad.” Consider this: “Politicians are temporary. The depth of our Constitution should be enough to relieve perceived angst, it guarantees that no individual has enough power or control to deny personal happiness or freedoms, so - no worries mate”!
So far I have done nothing more than provide the gentleman an audience, he worked himself into a pretty good lather all by himself. “Of course you’ll still be dropping by my house to taste test my homemade wine, right?”
I was pleased Sunday afternoon to have another person drop by, (dropping by is a southern thing). I had left a tennis racquet on the carport - “Oh I see you play tennis, I would like to join you sometime on the courts,” (“sometime” is another phraseology that confuse the British). Sorry — I don’t play tennis — the racquet is for swatting bumblebees that bore holes in my house.