Finally, I got educated by Kamala Voter

I should be a "good immigrant" now.

Yesterday I met with a client who noticed an accent in my voice. (Who knew?) When she found out I was from Venezuela, she used her most commiserate tone of voice and bemoaned that such a beautiful country was in such dire straits.
(Incidentally, how do people that never been to a country keep saying what a beautiful such location is? NatGeo Channel? The Travel Channel?)

And after her attempt of showing how attuned to my plight as a Venezuelan she is, she started to rant against the election of Trump as president. She went on to explain to me all the nasty things that Trump has ready to deal to against us poor people seeking refuge from political prosecution and after that we made a long visit to reproductive rights (apparently Trump will personally rip wombs off women while at the same time prohibiting all abortions… yeah, I don’t get the contradiction either) and a long list of other cruelties and ignominies that people like her and I will endure under her administration.

When we finished our business, her face had that mix of tired concern and satisfaction for having instructed another lost soul on the dangers of Evil Cheeto Man.

It was a great thing that company policy prohibits the talking of politics and other sensitive subjects, but my tongue is showing several deep bite marks due to self-restrain. Dear God, they are a fucking deluded bunch who truly swear we will come after them and make them do unspeakable things like take responsibility for their own actions.