After his retirement, my father took a basic computer course at the local community college. On the first day the instructor joked that he was sure everyone knew how to turn on a computer. My father raised his hand. He did not know how to turn on the computer.
He can’t type with more than one finger. He didn’t know how to operate a computer until in his 60s. He regularly asks me how to add attachments in email.
But tonight I was a silent witness to my father reading Wonkette, Power Line and LGF. I nearly shat myself.