I live in the United States, which, for all of 2016 and lots of 2015, means I've been bombarded with crap about the upcoming election. Everybody wants to know, especially, what I think about that carrot-looking fellow with the hair. Personally, I think that we should all stop talking about him if we want him to go away (the fact that you know who I'm talking about is the problem [if you don't know who I'm talking about, I like you]).
But honestly, I couldn't give a rat's ass right now about the results of November's election. It's still five months away! I'm grieving, which means I'm still trying to come to terms with five days from now. As far as I'm concerned, November isn't real, or at best, it's a story to frighten children into behaving. "If you don't calm down and go to sleep, November's gonna getcha!"
And if you'd like my political views, which I'm sure you don't, I'll say this: if they're a politician, I don't trust them and they won't keep their promises. This coming election is no different. The most important thing in my life right now is dead. I'll happily vote for whichever candidate can bring my wife back to life. If that's not part of your platform, I don't care about you. That's why, this year, I'm writing in my candidate: Dr. Emmett Brown from Back To The Future.
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