Neither

I know it's hard to fathom, but there is an area outside the Left/Right circus tent. It's called reality. It's almost magical to those who have had their eyes transfixed on the amusement inside the tent, but I assure you, it is real. And out here, you don't have to drink Trump koolaid or Hillary koolaid. As a matter of fact, you don't have to drink koolaid at all! But I understand--the tent is warm and the action mesmerizing and there is a comfort in being part of a cult even if that cult pees on its members and tells them it's raining--be it blue or red... But because I am not part of this cherished cult system, to the blue I seem red and to the red I seem blue. But at least I am dry. Shalom.