Dear El Gorto,
My husband is driving me up the wall with all of his political angst and it’s ruining our love life. What should I do?
– Politicus Interruptus
Let me give it to you straight, I never get into politics simply because I can’t be sure who is listening? Do I want to upset my mechanic? Piss off my bookie? Offend my dentist? No thank you!
You know that punk down the street? Someday he might be a brownshirt or even a Gauleiter. So best to keep the trap shut.
I’ll confess, I always believed an element of truth must be mixed into every lie, but today you can just say whatever. Odds are, they’ll believe you.
I really feel for those press secretaries and so-called pundits. I see them struggling like Benny Hill to keep a straight face while they’re broadcasting.
So just tell your husband to get a hobby, maybe something like a model railroad he can tinker with in the basement. Trust me, the passion will return.
— El Gorto