Don't you just want to put on a pith helmet and dark glasses every time you go on the internet? Of maybe a hazmat suit...
Everything is so slimy and ugly these days, to the point of dark surrealism. The primaries were a disaster. The Republicans presented their usual clown car, and the Democrats were determined to eat themselves alive. Now that the smoke has cleared, Hillary may have been irreparably damaged, and I can hardly fathom the idea of Donald
Trump even running for president, much less winning.
I keep seeing these reports that Trump's number are in the
shitter...that he's only polling at 40%.
40%? While one should be
encouraged by those numbers, this one
is actually flabbergasted that 40% of anybody would even entertain the notion
of Donald Trump as leader of the free world. Oh. My God.
I keep thinking I will wake up to find this has all been some kind of
nightmare. But the nightmare would have
to have started in November of 2000, when George W. Bush purloined the presidency and the GOP grabbed the country by the throat and threw it to the mat.
Too many years to be just a nightmare. Maybe I've been in a coma. Or
the Twilight Zone...
Who do we get to write us out of this mess? Where is Rod Serling when you need him?
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