My father was 53 when I was born. Talk about feelin’ like a granddaddy! He wasn’t into spanking or whuppin’. My mother pretty much handled that with my brothers. I was the spoiled rotten, never got spanked child. Not that I needed spanking. I was crushed if you looked at me like I did something wrong. Of course, my brothers have a different view . . .
He was a singer and song writer. His daughter is the same.
Who cares what his political positions were and what her’s are. She is just another person. No more, no less.
The more we jump ugly on these “stars” for spouting their views, the “greater” we make them.
Let them talk. And if they make sense, take their opinion under consideration. If they talk like fools, take that under consideration as well. But place no more weight on that consideration than you would on my opinion.
And remember, you don’t know them any more than you know me.