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:
There were some intro pleasantries and a pleasant sign off but this part struck me as formalized virtue signaling.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.
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
Again, pleasantries on both sides .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.
No word back. Re-reading it I guess I suggested he was ranting. Not my intent.