Let me just be clear on one thing – I hate politics. I hate how it makes people act and I hate how it divides everyone. It turns normally nice people into raving lunatics, their eyes wide with seething hatred for the other guy.
It’s gotten to the point where you can’t even discuss politics in a civil tone without being called a racist, conservative Trumper or a left-wing, bleeding-heart liberal. It’s more about insulting the other guy than supporting one’s own candidate. I don’t care what your view is about politics and I dare say you couldn’t give a flip how I think. Opinions are like noses – everyone has one and plans on keeping the one they got.
With that being said, my name is Duane and I’m a politician. I never thought it could happen to me. I always figured it was the other guy who fell into that soul-stealing chasm of misery, not me. I was too smart for that. I’m Duane ‘Flippin’ Sherrill.
“What dummy would want to have the public as his boss?” I said when asked if I would consider a run for political office just a couple of years prior to my big mistake. […]
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