Quote by Trey Parker

I try not to tune in to politics until it's two or three months before the election. Till then, it's like watching preseason football.

I try not to tune in to politics until it's two or three mon

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This quote suggests that the individual does not actively follow or engage in politics, comparing it to watching preseason football. They express disinterest in politics until a few months before the election, implying that political events and discussions are not significant or engaging to them until that specific timeframe. Just as preseason football may not be as important or captivating as the regular season, the individual sees politics as something that only becomes relevant and worth paying attention to during the election period.

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