Listen, do NOT talk politics with women; trust me, they get all worked up over nothing. Like last night, Katie was joking that I should run for president after Kevin Smith said something about it in the news. Then I had to correct her, because sometimes she still requires correcting.
All I said was that for me to run for president would be meaningless. I had to explain to Katie that it doesn’t really matter who runs for president, or which candidate is doing better in the polls. The political outcomes of our nation, the world, and those of our intergalactic forbearers are a product of whatever reality I decide they are. If I don’t like the candidate chosen by my country, then I simply change that reality. If I want to be president, for example, then I am president.
Katie didn’t seem to be following what I was telling her, so I tried jumping between the bed and the dresser yelling “I’m the president of the universe!” to get through to her. And what does she do? She takes Suri and says she’s going to her parents’ house! Ha! Bleh!