Retail politics in the SFV

An old man takes a seat on a bench. Immediately, he asks the woman next to him who she hopes will be the next president.

“Hopefully, none of them,” she says.

It’s a safe answer; Americans get as much mileage out of their blanket disdain for politicians, as politicians get out of the behavior that earns that disdain. It’s also a lie, and the old man intends to prove it.

“No,” he says “One of them is going to be the next president.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Ask me who I think it’s going to be.”

“Who?”

“Trump.”

“Oh, fuck no!”

“That’s who it’s going to be, I’m telling you.”

“Then I’m bugging out. Bomb shelter, whole deal.”

“He’s the one; he was on Saturday Night Live.”

“No way. I have too much faith in the American people.”

“So you think it’ll be Hillary?”

“Yeah, ok.”

They both agree: Hillary is meh. They also agree that the media is terrible, the money is a problem, and that things used to be better. But the old man intends to do something about it.

“I’m running too, you know?”

She didn’t know, but that’s not a problem.

“You got my vote.”

He thanks her, then goes silent without offering his name or a platform.

Apparently, Americans will vote for anyone.

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