Okay, if we're going to not not talk about politics then let me interject a story from my ER days.

Headed south out of JFK to GRU. Very extroverted Captain looked at me as he comes up off second break and said what do you want to talk about? Sex, politics or religion?

So for a second it looked like this in the cockpit except replace the beers with control yokes, that's me on the left, and keep the neon sign and the over the hill waitresses...



So he said and I'm not exaggerating and it was about this fast: "okay, I'll start. First, there is no God. Bush belongs in the Hague. And my son's girlfriend has the nicest ***, I know they're out there having sex in the car in the driveway so I told him from now on just to go upstairs, man I wish I could be him."

Me...



I don't think I got anything more than a grunt of some sort in that conversation.