The problem is, politics and its enthusiasts increasingly have no manners (let’s put morals aside for the moment). They are not respecters of autonomy. Power is their aphrodisiac. It’s as though everyone has become a telemarketer on speed-dial, with or without a phone.
They’re not selling time shares or their pet charity but a vision of how the world ought to be run. This is not a realm where the genteel can safely go about their business. In the Sixties, when the trendy-minded were fond of proclaiming that “All politics is personal” – they really meant it. Yentas of the world, unite!
Make do, folks. It’s the only way.