In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Agree to Disagree.”
I don’t have any good friend or close relatives with whom to disagree on politics. The closest people in my life is my family.
We are three against one. And he is Dad, the hard-core, groupie fan of Obama. We think he is infatuated with the guy, who can’t be wrong.
The three of us know the guy is up to no good. I’m in the middle because I could sense that the guy is messing with people.
And of course people like Dad believes in the guy. The other two don’t like the guy. I know he deceives, a form of cross-training to people who worship one person too much.
Fin.
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