I'm in a very red town in otherwise blue Massachusetts. I'm glad I'm not going to the day job today, especially after the Literal Political Fistfight in the store last year.
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: i mean this is also why in statistical analysis we use more than one kind of average if the man and rms are waaaay way off from the median and mode, there's something nonrepresentative about some of the data
(incidentally, the mean republican president has been charged with 3.7, making them more than twice as criminal as the mean president in general; or using felonious disenfranchisement figures as a rough proxy, about 185 times more criminal than the mean american)
Back at the keyboard, I'm not even sure I told the whole story about the Literal Political Fistfight in my store, on my own Plurk, since it took me a bit to finally process the emotions.
I've told the story of the Fistfight Before Christmas, which was just grown-ass people being stupid until they got chewed out by a college-aged front end assistant.
Cashier: ". . . ."
at least a fascist got punched and arrested tho, so there's a silver lining