Tuesday, March 6, 2018

God, Help Me Tonight at the Caucus

I have a Democratic caucus to attend tonight.  Needless to say, I'm pissed off because of what happened in November and because certain elements who infiltrated my political party refuse to accept any responsibility for what happened in the previous presidential election.

Despite what every pundit and every survey demonstrated, these Hippies still believe that Sanders would have beaten Trump in a landslide-not with the swing states.  They all would have gone as red as the Nile, because people still fear the word socialism.

God, I hope I can keep my mouth shut tonight, but I'm not sure about the power of myself control-especially about this topic.

I am quite sure that there are still raw nerves after what that senile old man did to us, but that's what happens when a first-time voter is promised free marijuana by a codger who shakes his fist like he's some Fidel Castro or Che Guevara.

I'd rather do my homework and I'd rather be with my fiancee, but I have nothing to complain about if I refuse to go and do this.

The problem is that, with Trump's remarks about the idea of being president for life, Democrats have to come together and brainstorm.

The older ones have to accept the fact that peaceful protest has always failed and the younger ones just need a target on whom to properly focus their anger.

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