Naturally I can’t recall some point-in-time when I came to that realization, though my early-on experiences with My [Bircher] Gramma© likely made the Noticing come earlier than …
in most (actual Observers of ..their/our!-fish-bowl?) Believe it requires many years of marinating in the stew of daily trash-talk from This specimen, inane vapors from That candidate,
just plain Nastiness from THAT one

Before a One concludes (just as simply-said as your Father’s summary) … that, No I am Not just some misanthrope lookin’ fer feckless confirmation to add to other biases:
I Am Amidst a largely hypocritical, oft massively Iggerant of-all-aspects of history/local or Worldwide etc. Tribe(s) of Know-nothings who Like It just that way
(cf. all the bitchin SIgs to that effect.)



I also had an Aunt (on Father’s side) a Teacher of tads, who had the Common Sense to read-up on ’Socialism/Communism’ in the ’30s, and deem that
~ just maybe in that —> Direction lies a saner future than THIS
{she had not the words Clusterfuck-denouement-of Vulture Capitalismo then, or even later, but..} ‘Auntie Flo always was My Fav Auntie..


Carrion..

(Sometimes it right-next-to you) in the next voting booth.. ...