Last night, I attended an event in my district, and ran into a voter who lives in District 7. This person was a total asshole. Really, truly, a fantastically foul, very visible, demonstrative, to the point of other people noticing, asshole. In fact, let’s call him Mr. Asshole.
I feel the love, the respect and the trust in voters written into the above statement. Living in a Republic does allow one to see how sausage is made, but just like with elections, one shouldn't observe the process just before dining. It might cause a lack of appetite. Of course, one could just sit and hope for a dinner of observation and snappy repartee, eh?
