That’s what I’m feeling like, as Republican friends go through this dubious dating game with potential candidates. They keep bringing home all these crazies wen there are one or two nice boys they won’t want to divorce as soon as they get the rice out of their hair. But an uncle has no standing. Can’t get through to them, and if they make the stupid decision, I’m going to have to spend Holiday meals at chaotic dinner tables. Yuk.