It’s 5:05 a.m. My hair isn’t even awake yet, let alone my ears (what’s left of them), while there’s a man talking over me as if I were a badminton net.
He’s trouncing Hillary to no end trying to influence the other three people, along with the bitchy barista (who just popped in her ears bud) to vote for Trump.
Despite that I want to stuff his mouth with my socks, I write down his barrage of names for our next Pres. Yeah, call me crazy, but I think she’ll win even if it’s feet first.
Harridan, harlot, hellion and spy (loved the alliteration up front).
Liar, thief, lesbian, he then changes to lesbo, my personal favorite.
This man, clad in a very nice gray, pinstriped suit, had more venom spurting from his lips than Cleopatra’s asp.
I watch in fascination.
After listening whether I want to or not, my heart opens for Mrs. Clinton who hopefully can still watch her back while watching the country’s, because even if she wasn’t your choice, we must stand behind her.
A friend emailed, she’s voting for Trump because she’s convinced Hillary’s going to jail. Being a maven at Monopoly packing a...get out of jail free card...I beg to differ.
Will Congress torture her? Yes.
Will she fold under pressure? No, unless, God forbid, her heart gives out.
As hard as it is to believe, people weren’t all that crazy for Abraham Lincoln, or Teddy, for that matter.
I don’t think they’ll be adding Hill to Mount Rushmore anytime soon, but one never knows. In the meantime…
Would you please just shut up!
Don’t forget to vote!!!