way back when I was younger, me and my sister formed a two-member club called the grape juice club. it wasn’t a very high-profile club. I think we had a grape juice club song, though, and secret handshakes and codewords and maps to hidden treasure and stuff. One day I said to my sister that there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with apple juice. she kicked me out of the club.
I’ll leave you to figure out the connection between this and modern party politics. I hope I don’t get flame mail for this.