Not all though. My father and I have never been on the same page, even as a child. I knew something was wrong with him but couldn’t tell what. I loved him anyhow and have spent my whole life trying to understand what was up. In some ways I blame him for wasting my childhood, forcing forcing a little kid to deal with things that shouldn’t fill a child’s mind. But I made my way past it and managed to have a relationship regardless. It wasn’t until Trump was elected that it became clear. He was a Democrat, acontrol freak liberal. That was what was so illogical to me my whole life I just didn’t know why. The only thing that pulled me from that darkness was the pure truth, the slow and steady administration of the red pill. He today at 82 is the same person as he was always, unhappy and a control freak, lost in his mental gymnastics, twisting truth to fit his distorted world view.