by Uncola via TheBurningPlatform.com
There is a group of us who meet on Saturday mornings for breakfast. We are four white men; college educated professionals who know each other through a shared involvement and patronage of a community organization. Our group is comprised of one in their mid-thirties, two in their forties and me as the sole quinquagenarian of the group.
During our weekend morning meal encounters, I will usually try to steer clear from political conversations. However, more often than not, it seems our discussions do drift into politics. The thirty-something and one of the fortyish gentlemen identify as liberal and the other quadragenarian claims to be a Republican, yet he seemed to favor Hillary Clinton in the last election. All of them hate Donald Trump, so, this leaves me as the lone racist, fear-motivated, close-minded, privileged, conspiracy-oriented, and deplorably conservative Caucasian at our table.
The following is a condensed summary of my recollection of our conversation from this previous Saturday and it is predominately paraphrased. As a final qualifier, and as a matter of course, I will admit the ensuing review is recapitulated through the lens of my personal perspective. This means, although my breakfast companions would likely reject my forthcoming conclusion(s) below, at the same time, I believe they would agree that the subsequent dialogue is narrated accurately, and with the topics arranged (for the most part) in the correct consecutive order of our actual conversation.
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