Odd, this.
I go to the dentist regularly. The hygienist who does the cleaning is in her 40s, roughly the same age as my oldest daughter, and they have known each other for many years.
Our chats consist of items about her children, and my children and grandchildren (she doesn't have and 'grands' yet). We have never had a discussion re politics or religion.
When the dentist comes in to do his check, we discuss general health (probably because I'm in my 70s), and my dental health. We have never had a discussion re politics or religion.
The DUmmies seem to discuss politics/religion with every person they encounter. Often with great volume resulting in heads exploding or cops popping out of bushes. I'd hate to be a democrat if that's typical of their lives.
This is the 1910's and 20's mindset of the DUmmy, where they imagined people went to the barber, dentist, shoe shine guy, druggist, and post office to sit, pet their mustaches, and speak of the goings-on in City Hall, the State Capitol, and in Washington. DUmmies fantasize about sending long, handwritten letters to their friends about world matters and receiving long, thoughtful replies. In the DUmmy fantasy world, everyone had a ready opinion about everything, and in the middle of every Dummyopolis there was a square for public debate and discourse. DUmmies like PC Intern imagine themselves holding court on matters ranging from cholera to the Chinaman problem. As PC Intern pontificates in pompous, florid style, other men sit thoughtfully, nodding and puffing on their pipes. The women coo and ogle shamelessly at the intelligent man in front of them; why, his initial would be a fine thing to add to their monogram! And what a fine leg of mutton she would put on his supper-table! "I'm sorry, men! Gazing here at my pocket watch, I see it's time I'm off to greet the missus and partake of her comely charms! I bid you a goodnight; now off to your writing-desks with you; I gather there are many letters to be composed!"
As shameful as that is, that's how most of the DUmmy men of PC Intern's ilk see themselves. In a picture:
