Politics gets physical

Background: I’m currently on a business trip with a colleague. He’s a very nice guy, but extremely into political arguments. These are often fun, though last night I was replaying a conversation in which he said that it’s no choice to vote between two evils — you should choose someone else (in his mind, Ron Paul). I object to this simplification, and had trouble falling asleep thinking of responses.

In my dream, we’re fighting about Obama. He makes yet another comment about how he’s just as evil as McCain, and I totally lose it. I swing a punch (I’m a girl, never fought in my life, etc.). We begin pushing/shoving/hitting over this. It’s not an angry fight, but more an energetic one about something we both feel strongly about.

Hmmmm. My frustration must be venting in my dreams.