I have a very sporadic correspondance with a pal from HS. We might email each other to see if the other is still alive every year or two. Well, I dropped my usual note to him. Nothing but "how are you still alive?"
Got this back:
Guess you’re pleased living under the Great Cheetolini.
Makes me glad I won’t be alive much longer.
We’re in a bizzarro-universe, Ed... up is down and Black is white.
But hey, your gun sales must be, uh, booming.
There were some intro pleasantries and a pleasant sign off but this part struck me as formalized virtue signaling.
So I replied. Don't care if he dislikes Trump; I dislike Trump. Generally I don't work him into missives with long lost pals though (isn't that odd?). Here is what I said
Gun sales are in the toilet. We need a democrat who will scare the bejesus out of gun owners as s/he pockets the dividends from the gun companies.
Trump is Trump, I am actually getting amusement from reading the rantings of people who suffer from TDS and still think Hillary won. Not that any of it makes any difference.
Again, pleasantries on both sides .
No word back. Re-reading it I guess I suggested he was ranting. Not my intent.