Tolerating Crazy, With Benefits

I DON"T HIDE, from anyone, the reality that I have "issues" as we say today, with my local senior center, which I visit daily, for lunch, and to socialize with my many friends there, including gospel singing every Monday morning. I am generally popular, with some doubters and nay sayers. Oh well. You can't please all of the people all of the time, as a famous American politician said. My "problem" is with some of the beliefs and attitudes of some, if not many of its members. Primary among these is the fact that many, indeed most of them seem to support Donald Trump. That, particularly post insurrection, is a big problem for me. Extreme right wing Christianity angers me, Christians who support Trump disgust me. The reasons to abandon Trump politically, for all decent Americans, for everybody, are simply too compelling and obvious to ignore or enumerate. Trumpers need to and should move on, to new, better people for their leaders. Then too there are the truly sadistic crazies, religious fanatics, who believe that because I am not "saved", not a votary of their particular religion, that I am at great risk for and indeed probably will spend an eternity in the flaming pits of hell, in eternal torment, unless, of course, I repent, accept Jeuse Christ not only as a good person and great philosopher, but as God himself, and worship him. No can do. If you choose to believe that you yourself will go to hell, or are risking it, fine. But how dare you presume such a horrible fate for me, based on your beliefs, and not mine? I get along well with all these people, including the Trumpers. I simply do not broach and discuss politics or religion. I do not, however, withhold my opinons and beliefs if asked to provide them. I never am. That's fine with me. I can very easily find someone's religious and political beliefs disgusting and stupid and get along very well with them, and even become good friends with such folk. My approach to people with disgusting religious and political beliefs, and my treatment of those who embrace them, make my life better, make me more popular, and generally happy. I love going to the senior center, and I love the people there. It a great place not only to socialize, but also to get good advice,help, and emotional support. Its mid March, and the grass is starting to grow. I broke out my lawn mower from its winter hiberation, started it up with no problem, and cut some grass. A couple of days later I did the same thing,only this time the danged thing would not start. Over and over I tried. It never started. So, I went to the senior center and asked around about local lawn mower repair opportunities, if there might ba a place to get it tuned up, ready for the summer. What ended up happening is that the Director of the center, the lady in charge of the whole thing, came by my house, picked up my mower in her truck, took it to her house, repaired it and tuned it up, then brought it back to my house. No, I'm not making this up, incredible though it sounds that anyone would be so wonderful to do such a thing. Incredible. So why shouldn't I go to the senior center, despite the Trumpers and hell fire fanatics? Other than that, they really aint so bad.