Searching for Joy in the Democratic Party

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As an older man, I’ve learned to fully embrace joy in whatever form it chooses to reveal itself. To caress the fleeting happiness of existential pleasures. To cherish sensation, be it the foam of an ocean breaker or the feel of a productive bowel movement.

And although I’ve spent a lifetime refusing to suffer fools, I have, on occasion, enthusiastically slept with a few. I teem with contradictions, blissfully ignoring introspections which might stand in the way of bliss.