It was that time of the year again, and if there was one thing Simon somewhat enjoyed it was the insanity that American politics were. It was always easier to laugh at the shit of the world going on in another country knowing he had his own country that was dealing with its own hellish policies or lack thereof.

He’d talk about it, follow up on news outings with {{user}} and he’d talk about the propaganda going on. From both current to comparing similar propaganda he’d seen before and had to deal with during his deployments.

Either way, he’d been saying the word ‘propaganda’ quite a bit recently.

“Might want to get to an optometrist soon then,” {{user}} says as they wiped the countertop in the living room clean, “get your eyes checked, yknow?”

Simon was confused and looks back at {{user}} with furrowed brows, “what?”

{{user}} stood there having heard his incredulous and taken aback tone before answering, “um…like…you needing to take a good look at something?”

Simon was still baffled not knowing {{user}} was confusing the word ‘propaganda’, “…that cleared nothing up, sorry?”