Oh, What a Lovely Election
The upcoming US election will be interesting when one is able to assess the turnout. Never in our lifetime have we observed an election in that country where both candidates were so strongly disliked--by their respective parties.
It is shaping up to be a Monty Python election. It will appear as a moral tribute to democracy. Those cautious of what democracy may produce will be muttering that the most estimable quality of the democratic system is that it produces precisely those leaders that the people deserve.
Donald Trump is so substantial he risks drowning in a puddle.
Even he has no idea what will be his shape-shifting position on any given day. The one consolation is that when he comes out with something banal or awful, don't worry. Tomorrow, he will say something better. But, then again, when he does manage something verging on the coherent, we find ourselves hunkering down awaiting the verbal barrage of inanity that will surely follow.
Those who are fans of Monty Python will be looking forward to seeing how his administration copes with the plethora of confusing contradictory statements out of the Great Man's mouth. Imagine Trump's Spox at the White House press conferences. "Can you explain . . . . ". What did he mean when he said . . . ? "Can you reconcile those contradictory statements . . . ?" But yesterday you said . . . " It will be entertaining indeed, at least for the first month or so.
Yes it means a "wall; well, a virtual wall; actually a fence. No, we really mean several fences. When President Trump said Mexico will pay for it, he really means the drug cartel leaders whose assets we will seize. No, we don't know which ones. Actually, we have no idea how we will seize their assets, but we will--because our President says what he means and he means what he says. He's an elephant, and an elephant's faithful one hundred percent.
As for Hillary, her larceny doth follow her everywhere. Besides, what is it with her trans-sexually deep man-voice, first growling then grumbling, and then snorting like an M1 Abrams battle tank. Might that be to impress Vlad the Impaler? Doubtless that tinpot tyrant is already shaking in his boots from reading Clinton's latest trove of e-mails. What have the Democrats and the Republic done to deserve such a mendacious harridan? Probably plenty, but who's counting?
We can't wait to hear her explain how she allowed Putin to walk back into the Baltic Republics. Doubtless she will blame some no-name redneck filmmaker from the shabby streets of Clinton, Mississippi for provoking Vlad to commit sins of the high hand. But we will know better. "Pay to play" has always been the Clinton way. No doubt Vlad would have dropped a few million roubles into the Clinton Foundation accounts, so the harridan would conveniently look the other way as the tanks roll into Latvia. He has read the e-mails. He knows how it works.
It all goes to show you should never trust a politician from Arkansas--unless, of course, his name rhymes with Drumpf and he hails from New York.
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