But then I look at the my “anyone but Hillary” spouse and see . . . yeah, those pesky emails, the questions that continue about issues of basic integrity, how bought and paid for she might be. Not to mention the concern that the country will turn more socialistic in economic patterns, an experiment that seems like a set up for an economic disaster of biblical proportions, worse than we have now. Not that socialism is inherently bad, but because we don’t have either the infrastructure to support it or the historical patterns to live it well. Yeah, she’s got serious flaws dancing all over her.
In a dark mood yesterday morning, I decided that Donald is essentially a dirty old man who rode to prominence on the surfboard of daddy’s money and his amazing ability to cheat his vendors and leave his investors holding the bag for his poor financial decisions.
He’s losing his potency and he knows it–this is his one last chance to prove he’s still got what it takes to be the world’s best stud.
Yesterday morning, I also acknowledged my own drop in energy at this point in my life and, remembering that Hillary is a year older than I (and Donald three years older), I wondered, “Can she hold up to this?”
But mostly, I hold the concern that echoes President Obama at his memorial to the five slain Dallas officers: can the center hold? Because extremes always end up self-destructing and taking others down with them.
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