It was a Blind Date.
A friend said he was very wealthy, popular and opinionated.
I listened to him for an hour. He talked, ranted, raved, blathered.
He was a guy “who insults veterans, threatens a free press, mocks the handicapped, denigrates women, immigrants and all Muslims; a man who took more than a day to remember to disavow a supporter who advocates white supremacy and the Ku Klux Klan; an infantile, bullying man who, depending on his mood, is willing to discard old and established alliances, treaties and long-standing relationships.“
I struggled to fly out of the booth at the restaurant and leap into my Uber escape vehicle as quickly as possible. What a nightmare.
*(excerpt form Ken Burns Commencement Speech at Stanford 2016)