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What I gave up for Lent: Laugh tracks and the sitcoms that use them.

I don’t need to be reminded about where the funny parts are. Loud music in restaurants? That’s part of what I go to concerts for. I go to restaurants for dining and conversation. For shouting, I go to ballgames.

Every Lent, I give up politicians who only tell me what will get them elected. I have this year given up finding a politician who doesn’t tell me what will them elected. On the subject of politics, I long ago gave up smug liberals with inflated feelings of superiority and zealous conservatives, whose righteous causes ignore the existence of other viewpoints.

No matter how sympathetic I may be for whatever demonstrators are representing, I have given up my support for any cause that includes the chant: “What do we want? (Something!) When do we want it? (Now!)”

You may get my attention with, “When do we want it?”

How about next Tuesday?

These are just a few of the things I’m willing to sacrifice during Lent.

Now, pass the chocolate-covered raisins.

I’m Pat McMahon.