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You can't be serious

When you come from a large family I suppose it is inevitable that our politics would cross a wide spectrum.  We range from far left (get rid of the Royal family and stage a revolution) to far right (get rid of everyone who isn't of pure English, not even British, stock).  The latter is a surprising one since we ourselves are a mixture of several races, including Indian and Irish.  Then there are Moroccans, Welsh, Scottish, American and goodness knows what else.  As I say we are a large family and scattered across the globe.

I digress however.  The trouble with being on the far left or the far right, or even an avid liberal democrat, is that you only read their side of the story, buy the newspapers that support your point of view and believe anything on social media that either praises your side or denigrates the other.  There is no reasoning that perhaps in some cases the opposing view may be right, it couldn't possibly be, and so healthy political debate is stifled and an honest exchange of views never takes place.

In our family views do get challenged but rarely changed.  Corbyn is the saviour of the British Isles or Nigel Farage is a hero.  I challenge views a lot and other members of the family challenge mine.  No-one falls out about it, we have been arguing politics since we were 5, but where we all agree is that Trump is the worst President ever, both morally and intellectually, with no redeeming features. 

Oh no, one of my sisters thinks he is wonderful.  Back to the drawing board then.  That was the nearest we ever got to a concensus.

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