The word of the day: recrudescent, meaning breaking out again or reemerging after temporary abatement or suppression, often in the context of a disease.
Today is voting day for the nation. I would often like to say I respect my mom, but that ceases to apply after her recrudescent ignorance breaks out and shifts my opinions back to where they started: not a very high rung on the ladder. Maybe not ignorance in what she is informed of, but ignorance in how she carries herself as an informed person and the things she says related to politics.
Sorry Kirkbride, but I'm not voting. Not when I'd have to subscribe to the same system that such ignorant asses like her have equal access to. Sure, I don't know a damn thing about these people and what sort of politics they are fronting. I'm ignorant as fuck about this election, and I've thought about it none. But the next time I have to hear the words "Muslim" or "terrorist" pointed at the democratic party, the imploring that I should vote Republican if I have no idea because "it's the right choice," and see the cheesy, giddy, embarrassing glee of her seeing the democrats' demise, I'll saw open my throat with a butter knife and bleed to death all over a ballot. You can find my choice right around the big red blotchy spot.
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