The other week, I was coming home from the grocery store and I bumped into the (older) (white ethnic) dad of the last candidate to run against the incumbent.
We talked for a while - he's very gregarious, and says stuff like "Now I don't know much, since I'm an old man..." - but then at the end of our conversation he started saying how he can't get his sidewalk near his house repaired now.
"They hate us, we're on the list, aren't we," he was like, and it was like this secret solidarity of people who tried to buck the system against the local political dynasty.
To be honest, it was kind of great, it's like a statement of who you are.
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