I work for a public school district, so sure it affects that every time I punch in and go to work.
In my personal life, I recently lost one of my two best friends over politics. Short description (OK, not so short)...
I am apolitical - which I define as I try to never, ever talk about politics with anybody, anywhere, any time. Always have, always will. The reason why is that it is a loser discussion in that it always and I mean always leads to endless arguments - and I am sick and tired of the world turning completely incapable of being friendly to someone who has the audacity of disagreeing with you.
I am done with that. I am too old for that kind of bullshit in my life.
My politics really haven't changed my entire life - conservative fiscally, socially "somewhat liberal" - but I never ever push my views upon anybody. Hell, I honestly do not know HOW to state what I am with regards to political affiliation. So, why talk about it?
My buddy knows this, too - hard not to, knowing someone for 35 or so years.
He is a big time Trumptard. He also believes it's OK to lead a confrontational life. The stupid bastard is simply never happy with his lot in life even though financially he's never, ever been in as good of shape as he is right now. But for whatever reason, he simply cannot keep his goddam mouth shut about whenever he feels "life has done him wrong"...and most times it's about the shortcomings of every human being he seems to come across in life.
Or, of course, anybody that disagrees (or at least is not in lockstep agreement) with him politically.
He simply cannot help himself. And unfortunately there have been multiple times in recent years where we've been together (we've lived hundreds of miles apart for 20ish years now) where he's all boozed up (I'm not much of a drinker any more) and he's turned his hatred of the world upon me.
He simply needs someone or some thing to be angry at. Always. Lately, the dominant object of his anger - ever since the advent of Trump - is politics (meaning, liberals).
My birthday weekend was 2 weekends ago, and we decided to celebrate with a weekend at my cabin. This was our 30th anniversary of the first time we both went fishing up there, and we more or less always met for my birthday weekend up there ever since. Last time I had seen him was August of last year - that month he was at the time on a 2 week vacation, and for the most part we got along the entire time.
I told him ahead of time, this coming weekend - all I want to do is relax, sit in my chair on the porch, and feed the bonfire enjoying an occasional drink and watching the river flow by. I needed a zero stress lazy ass weekend. I needed peace and quiet (aside from music). I told him on the phone the day before, "I need zero drama this weekend".
"Oh yeah, I do too".
So what happens is half the time he ranted about how pissed off he was at literally every human being he's forced to deal with. Bosses, brother/SiL, nephew (lives with him, rents a room in his condo), all drivers on the road (he's an OTR truck driver)...he never once had one good thing to say about anything whatsoever. And of course, the other half I get to hear about how unfair we've all been to The Bad Orange Man (his words), how Fauci and Biden and all the liberals are f'ing up the entire world, how they screwed up the economy, yadda yadda yadda.
"Biden and Fauci, ALL goddam liberals - they're Nazi's, you know that, don't you?" That was his quote early Saturday afternoon...remember that "definition" he used.
Defcon level definitely increasing with me...staying calm, not engaging. Then, after the full effects of a Saturday full of him putting away a whole Texas 5th of vodka, several Knob Creek's, and some version of the latest foo foo skunk ass microbrewery IPA he's in to (he double fisted in some fashion beginning around noon)...he turns to me about 11pm and says (out of nowhere...there was no lead-up to him saying this) "so, bagdropper...I know you're a liberal now, so explain to me this..."
I stopped him right there. Defcon 1 thermonuclear war status achieved. I screamed at him "what right do you possibly believe you have to come here to MY house, on MY birthday weekend, when I have told you multiple times I am NOT talking politics...yet here you are, pushing and pushing and pushing this bull shit on me. Telling me what I am?!?! Have you gone completely insane? Are you truly so far up Trump's ass that you are incapable of sitting here and having a good time with your BEST FRIEND because of politics?"
He, not joking - without saying a single word - packed up all his stuff and left. Haven't heard from him since.