Whoops!

I try to limit my political conversations at shows, there are very few ways it can help business and it obviously can hurt, it really puts people off in these divided times. 

I've said it once if I've said it a thousand times, people aren't changing their minds, this political identity stuff is tribal and genetic at this point, pretty baked in.

I think it starts at the Jungian level actually, the whatever dominant male and female archetype you happen to rock with.

So I wasn't prepared when the guy walked into my booth In Santa Barbara. A Russian silver expert, older guy, Jewish, good head on his shoulders.

"They just named a bridge after Trump."

"I saw that,"I said. 

"Soon it will be all the bridges and the airports."

"Money too," I offered.

"Oh ya, it is coming. It has to."

At this point I thought I was dancing with a kindred political spirit and let it fly.

"Screw putting his face on Mt. Rushmore. It should be every face at Mt. Rushmore," I snarked with a smile.

I saw a pained look on his face as he glanced at me. I realized at that moment that he had been dead serious.

I didn't say another word. Irony can only take you so far and it can obviously not always be trusted. Can even cost you money. Omerta.