While ours goes on without you.
After watching the debate the other night I'd like to lay backward across a chair, stick my thumb in my mouth, and fall asleep. As you know I have been writing for a news organization. I was excited at first, but the constant drip drip of political ill will has taken its toll. My erstwhile sunny disposition is clouded with black clouds and flashes of lightening.
Donald Trump exhausts me with his rhetoric. He makes me ill with his denigration of women. His bombastic style is overbearing and his demeanor reminds me of a small boy desperate for attention. Yet I understand his appeal.
The forgotten middle class is rising up in anger. They are the ones that footed the bill for the last 8 years so the rich could get richer and the poor even worse off than before. Our inner cities are a blight. The homeless sleep in the street, families are torn apart by gangs and many feel no hope. This is what the Democrats have brought the poorest with their phoney dreams of success coupled with senate payoffs hidden in freezers and back taxes half a century old. People are desperate for help and the one thing they get with Trump is the ability to stick a finger in the government's eye.
On the other side, Wikileaks has purported emails that show a direct connection between the Whitehouse and Clinton concerning the email investigation. In addition there are emails that show that the Bengazi issue could have been avoided. But, we are told by Clinton, the Russians did it and because the Russians hacked her account all should be forgiven. We don't need to take into account Clinton's defense of the rapist that mutilated a 12 year-old girl or that she denegrated, abused, and shamed the women her husband slept with. I am to forget Vince Foster, Travelgate and Whitewater.
These 2 people are my choices. Is it any wonder I want to crawl out of the depths of my depression and suck my thumb?