He's still slipping this guy into every conversation

Yesterday evening, after watching eight YouTube videos and losing about an hour and a half of my life, I heard my Dad utter the question I’d been dreading since I first pressed play.

“So.. what do you think?”

Why can’t it ever be in a “Holy Crap. That man has lost his everloving mind.” sort of a tone? It’s always so optimistic, so laced with giddy, Kool-Aid induced acceptance.

He knows I don’t agree or else I wouldn’t have been forced into watching it in the first place.

Things always go downhill and someone ends up with hurt feelings.

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Me: Dad.. can you promise me something? And don’t take it the wrong way.

Dad: Hmm?

Me: It’s… interesting, don’t get me wrong, but can we please stop treating email forwards like they’re hot off the AP wires?

Dad: *sighs* You don’t agree with him?

Me: No. Not quite.

Dad: But why not?

Me: Because of Adam Smith, Fareed Zakaria,  that one class in physical geology that I took, annnnnd logic.

Dad: Very funny. Were any of those people in board meetings with top oil men?

Me: I doubt it, but I honestly don’t care either way.

Dad: But he was IN THE MEETINGS. He heard their PLANNING.

Me: As was Pinky when the Brain was plotting to take over the world. It doesn’t mean I’d buy his book and retake Alaska on his advice.

Dad: … I’m getting a Fudgsicle. You want one?