Issue #3 (Exit stage left…wing)


I have to begin by saying thanks to all of you that have read, shared and are continuing to indulge me in my little rants.
I’m totally awed, stunned and thankful.
The second post had nearly 1500 hits in one day! (compared to just over a hundred on the first post, that’s pretty amazing)
Thank you also for all the wonderful emails and comments. I’m truly humbled.
URGE you to comment. Our collective thoughts and rantings may become a voice loud enough to perhaps make us heard.
And PLEASE feel free to bitch when you don’t agree. This is, after all, about “other comments”, not just mine.

I’ve attached social media links. Do with them as you will.

Now, let’s party like it’s 1999…

In my travels today, donning my pajamas and robe,(I rarely get dressed when I don’t have to) I had many wonderful discussions regarding the current race for the presidency. (is it really a race?)
It’s odd to me to call it a race, because though it does have a start and an end, it has a definite end date, not a finish line crossed by who gets there first, right?
It’s a contest. And as we have discussed, not one we, necessarily, in this by and for the people country, get to declare the winner with our registered opinions, i.e. our votes.
Sorry, I’m being semantic…

One of the discussions today, actually my first, was at the convenient convenience store down the road.
Post my morning constitutional, I arrived in my pajamas and robe just after setting my coffee to brew at home, to fetch a paper and a pack of smokes.

When I laid the paper on the counter, the clerk, who I see on a regular basis, bopped over in time to the hip-hop music emanating from his little Bluetooth speaker behind the counter, grabbed my smokes and asked me how my morning was going.
I love this kid. He’s 23 years old, lives with his girlfriend, works 5-6 days a week as an assistant manager, always smiling, always wearing a tie and a ball cap high on his head tilted to one side. You know the guy, right?

Anyway, I tell him it’s too early to tell. He smiles, points to a headline on the front page of the paper and asks, “What do you think of this?”
I look down and it’s a Bernie Sanders headline that asks, “Is Bernie done?”
I chuckled. (he knows nothing of this blog, yet.)
I said, “Ya know, this shit has me rubber neckin’ like it’s a big fucking crash. It’s not a run for the seat, it’s a fucking train wreck.”

The update, if that’s what you want call it, is pointing to the fact that Bernie should be done. (most of us have known this for a while now) He should be withdrawing from the campaign, backing Hillary as he said he would do in the beginning should his run turn into the sludging trod it is, going home to Vermont, eating some Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food and crying on his wife’s already soggy shoulder.
(note: my oldest daughter, a huge Bernie supporter, has “unfriended” me on Facebook)

This coming Tuesday will be the final nail in the coffin. (god, I hope he doesn’t die. I would feel like shit for that one)

There are 5 primaries happening Tuesday and Bernie is behind Hillary by a huge margin. After losing in New York earlier this week, a victory he desperately needed, his little coven is at another point of reevaluation.

Remember he said he would not stoop to mudslinging in the beginning, fell behind, (actually was never ahead) began slinging mud, fell further behind and now needs to re-reevaluate? Umm, Bern, old buddy, when are you going to stop beating that dead horse?

NPR, one of my favorite news sources, today posted the numbers I was curious to read. (I feed off of NPR, BBC, Al Jazeera, and the A.P…they’re the least biased I can find. We will always have to filter and form our own opinions. It’s what makes “other comments” important to me)

Hillary has more than double the delegate pledges than Obama ever had in their “run”.
Bernie has to win by at least 20 points in ALL the remaining “contests” to even stay in the game, and the independents aren’t allowed to vote. Wasted votes anyway. Insert Ralph Nader here and Bernie’s confused stance on himself not being like him. This shit is funny:

It’s just NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. It’s pretty simple fucking math; not calculus…

As of today Hillary has 1428 delegate pledges and 513 super delegates. Bernie has 1153 delegate pledges and 38 supers. Granted supers can change their minds, but they rarely every go against the popular pledges.

Bernie says, “Poor people don’t vote…That’s just a fact.”
Straw grasping muthafucka! What? Tell me you’re joking?!?!?!?

Of course they do you fucking asshole! I’m one of them!
Your “tax-bullshit-reform” and it’s subsequent crush on the lower class (I so resent that fucking term) is the reason you don’t have “the poor” in your corner.

In urgence from his campaign manager and his family, Donald Trump
was asked to tone it down and “act” more presidential. He acquiesced. At least he said he would. He hasn’t a clue what that means.
The kind and gentler, more presidential Trump just can’t shut his fucking mouth. He needs a fleet of trucks to tote his bloated ego from rally to rally.

He attacked John Kasich because he couldn’t pronounce his name. “Can we ask him to change the spelling of his name? Are we allowed to do that? “Aren’t you in a campaign with him as part of your opposition? Perhaps you should have yourself informed. (by the way, it’s kas-ick)

This tells us all that this arrogant douchebag isn’t even close to paying attention. He truly believes he’s in this circus all by himself.

If you don’t know who and what you’re up against, how can you possibly run our country, fucknut? Are you going to Homer Simpson us with looking at the globe and chuckling out, “You are gay” for Uruguay? Will Niger become nigger? You are simply a tumor. All we have to do is see a “doctor” and have you removed. You’re definitely benign.

(Actual size shown: “My wiener is this big!”)

In his tamed self-righteousness, he called Kasich and Cruz “one and a half men”, quickly rephrased to bellow, while wearing a red trucker hat, (maybe sponsored by the freight company that he  hired to tote his ego and hairspray) “Maybe just one! A half and a half! They should both just get out!” He states that he’ll become “more presidential later.”

Oh Donald, please, go have sex with yourself. You will only the be the president of your own fan club.
Have I mentioned that I hate your face? And hair?

Cruz and Kasich are fighting a losing battle with each other.  Like coming in second and third on Jeopardy and ignoring the winner. Let me add here that I DO NOT ENDORSE CRUZ, I simply stated that he is the most qualified candidate. I certainly don’t support his views on the LGBT issues and bathroom policy. No one is suggesting, as far as I know, that urinals be added to ladies rooms or tampon dispensers in men’s rooms. (though both may be useful)

As I stated before, one of them should turn tail and run so the other has a broader appeal, a chance to win the vote. No matter really. Alas, my comment here is the sad but true; Donald will win the republican nomination.

The Republican numbers…
Oddly, the rules have changed a bit in the GOP and super delegates can’t change their minds and must vote for the candidate their state delegates have pledged. It more or less erases the supers in the context used by the dems.
Here’s that breakdown as of today…
Trump has 845 delegate pledges, Cruz has 559 and Kasich with 148.
The math isn’t difficult here either unless,of course you’re giving Trump the abacus…

The real math supports my prediction of Hillary being the victor, and thus our new Prez.

Fuck, she could release porn from her college days, or God forbid, current video bangs, and still come out ahead. (Ugh. Leave the pun where it lies! Move along people! You’re disgusting! Secretly, that’s why I love ya. Ha!)


Trump’s total pledges: 845
Hillary’s total pledges: 1941

(1941-great movie! I miss John Belushi. He was funny on purpose. He always had my vote,)

Say the foundation of your house is cracked and crumbling, what do you do? Do you try to put a new roof on to fix it? Good luck with that.
I actually believe that a complete GOVERNMENT REFORM is needed. It’s our only way out.

It’s been four days since Prince died. Have any of our presidential hopefuls weighed in?

Currently, I’m dressed as a mourning catholic wife clad in a black dress and veil, candles burning on the altar and pipe organ renditions of Purple Rain are playing in the background as I write to you in hopes you’ll join me. Not only in my rant, but in my sorrow. (though, I never meant to cause you any). Another genius musician has left us with fucking Donald Trump still breathing.

Next up: We’ll discuss welfare reform, immigration, deportation and eugenics. Not mutually exclusive…