You know, until today I could have said the same thing.
However, last night I was kidnapped and forced to drive downtown to my wife's company Christmas party where I was held hostage for 7 long hours.
Being one of the few unwashed smokers at this trendy joint who served 4oz portions of filet for the bargain price of 95 dollars, I occasionally went out back by the gas fire pits to have a smoke.
Well, I had the misfortune of having to stand out there with this "guy"....
I really wish now that I had taken a picture just so you could see the stereotypical, overly long dirty (literally) blonde hair, the scraggly attempt at a beard, Kurt Cobain looking, feminine liberal.
At first, I couldn't figure out how this guy had managed to gain entrance into the type of establishment we were at. I mean, he was a filthy hippie and I know full well he didn't have the money to be drinking at this place. Then, after listening fora while, I finally figured it out... he was just wandering the streets with a couple of friends and they had stopped by the outside patio because of the pit fires, to hang out and warm up a little.
If you could have heard this, it would have made you stand there and laugh to yourself as it did me.
He was talking to some girl who was with him... about Trump being hitler, how all of the lovely illegal friends he had were going to get deported, how those people worked harder than anyone else he knew. I got to hear how he liked them more than any of his American friends, how it was unfair to treat them inhumanely... frankly, it sounded like he had written half of the rants on the DUmp.
The feminine voice carried on out there for several hours. I would come back outside every couple of hours to have a smoke, and he was still there... most of the night. The whining covered the entire spectrum of twisted logic we read on the DUmp.
Not in the mood for high-volume, hateful screeching, I ignored him and casually listened to this on and off when I was out there, all without saying a word. I was too busy basking in the liberal failure to be interested in breaking his stride.
I wish I could tell you that a cop jumped out of the bushes, I gave him a speech that changed his mind and permanently converted him to conservatism, and that he was so happy about me enlightening him that he cried and hugged me while everyone cheered and clapped. But, it didn't happen.
I guess I don't normally hear this because I don't hang around with misguided millennials, and I don't plan on making it a habit either.