My favorite aunt is a hardcore, lifelong Republican. I love her dearly, but I've learned to nod silently in a world-weary fashion whenever she starts going off. She's not logical; it's completely emotional and impossible to answer.
In one of the most frightening moments of my life, she got up to speak at my father's funeral. She was obviously overcome and choking back sobs. She started rambling and eventually brought up Clinton (we were in the middle of the impeachment then) and said we should all pray for him and his family (?????) You could hear the family trying to keep their jaws in place.
I ask in all honesty/What would life be?/Without a song and a dance, what are we?/So I say "Thank you for the music/For giving it to me."