I don’t often write about politics here anymore. It’s not that I’m any less opinionated than before. But I’ve found that writing about politics is pointless and only leads to unhappiness. I present for your consideration: The Liberal Media. Talk about an unhappy group of people. They’ve sold out completely to the Newspeak Nonsense that is political correctness, and are trying to shove their religion of liberalism down the throats of everyone else because misery loves company. The inherent hypocrisy involved in all the many disparate convoluted avenues of the liberal lunacy clearly drives people to insanity.
Think that’s an exaggeration? Examine this insanity: In less than a week, this Laughingstock-of-the-World Nation will be headed to the polls, and most people will vote for an idiot. (Probably all of us will, since only an idiot would actually want to be president. But I only really researched the candidates for whom I would conceivably vote, so I can’t say with utmost certainty that all the candidates are idiots). The two major-party Not-Options are Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. If you don’t believe that über-liberalism generates insanity, read that last sentence again.
One angle of the insanity that’s pervaded this society presents Hillary Clinton as a viable candidate, despite the fact that she’s neither qualified nor equipped for the gig. The response to the insanity is the Newtonian Equal and Opposite Reaction Response: Trump. We’ve been calling them “Clump” in the House of Reamy because there is no discernible difference between the two. None. All the petty partisan bickering between supporters of either, are basically arguing the reasons why one is less-unqualified relative to the other. Neither side seems to be arguing why we should vote for its candidate or why its candidate is actually capable or qualified for the role they’re seeking.
That’s insanity. There’s no other word for it.
I understand that options for presidents have progressively become worse ever since George Washington left the job, and that they’ve tanked over the last several elections; but this is scraping beyond the bottom of the barrel. Both major parties in America have dug through the Dog-Waste bins to pick the worst, most disgusting, despicable candidate they could find.
The worst thing about freedom is the responsibility that comes with it. The people of this country have fully embraced their irresponsible selves with this goat rodeo; they refuse to be responsible for themselves and their freedom, and it’s come to this: both major parties are fielding dictators. Petty, immature, entitled dictators.
If you want change, you’re going to have to grow up, accept responsibility, and do something different. Start by making informed decisions when you vote. Don’t vote against a candidate; how unutterably idiotic is that? Decide what your values are and then vote for someone who has values that line up with yours. If you don’t have any values, don’t vote. The Republican and Democrat party are the same. There’s no difference between them.
It’s time for a competent president.
How do you know if a person is unqualified for public office?
He’s running for one.
The US has a serious problem in this 2016 presidential election: No one currently running for the office is qualified to do the job. Now, this isn’t something that stops people from becoming president. Lincoln, Grant, both Roosevelts, Truman, Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Bush, Clinton, and Obama weren’t or aren’t qualified to do the job, but that didn’t stop any of them from getting the gig. It’s apparently an American tradition to set the bar as low as possible for a presidential candidate and then vote for the one that can slither under it.
However, Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump are so apocalyptically unfit for the office in a way that makes even Lincoln’s dictatorship seem reasonable. They’re not even two different sides of the same coin, they’re the same side. Everyone already knows the list of crimes both these worthless sacks have committed, yet no one seems to care. On one hand, you have the Party of Hate yelling that it’s time for a woman president; and on the other, you have the Party of Hate yelling it’s time for change. Hey, I don’t disagree it’s time for a change; but I’d like to think that change should be for the better. And if a change for the better came in the form of a woman who was willing to put up with the world’s worst job, I’d vote for her.
Neither party’s voters is even voting for their own candidate as much as voting against the other party’s candidate. So even the people voting for these worthless candidates don’t actually want that person in the white house; they just want to have the other person in there less. That’s idiotic and a bad formula for picking the next
dictator leader of your country.
Do you ever wonder if England looks at this mess and thinks Whew! We dodged a bullet there!?
I never planned to vote for Trump; but to be perfectly honest, I never expected that he would become the Republican party’s candidate in the first place. The Republican party started off with a great collection of possible candidates. Rand, Cruz, Rubio… I could have supported any of them. I sure as hell won’t support the angry Oompa Loompa. Not a chance. The Trump bandwagon knows it can’t win against that miserable waste of flesh Hillary (how sad and pathetic is that?), and has resorted to threatening conservatives that it’s Trump or nothing. If you don’t vote for Trump, you’re voting for Hillary.
No. It’s not that at all. Voting for either is a vote for tyranny. And perhaps now you can understand why I’m writing this today, Independence Day: I refuse to vote for a tyrant. I may be among a small group of conservatives against which the hatred from both parties grows. I understand my vote probably won’t prevail against the tides of stupidity. I’m sure someone unqualified and unwanted by the people that voted against the other guy will be in the oval office come January. I’m okay with that. I’m less okay that I’ll be living in even more a dictatorship than I have been this point. I understand I’ll still be a slave to the lunatic religion of the Liberal Left, with all its double standards and inconsistencies and absolute hatred of everything. But I’ll be a slave with a clear conscious: I’ll have actually voted for my candidate.
Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.
I tried convincing my dad to come onboard as a more regular contributor, but he’s not convinced (yet). In the mean time, since voter fraud is a current topic of debate, I present, courtesy of my Pops, The Ballot Box Stash to the tune of The Monster Mash. Enjoy!
Inasmuch as today is Halloween, and next Tuesday is Election Day, I offer this parody of a Halloween favorite. It’s called, “The Ballot Box Stash” sung to the tune of “The Monster Mash” by Bobby “Boris” Pickett. (With apologies to same).
The Ballot Box Stash
I was working in the grave yard late one night,…
When my eyes beheld an unusual sight.
The ground began rumbling, and I began to note,
Dead Democrats rising so they could go vote.
They did the Stash.
The Ballot Box Stash.
They did the Stash.
It caught on in a flash.
They did the Stash;
The Ballot Box Stash.
An ethereal gloom set in on the place,
as ectoplasmic goons got up in my face,
And proclaimed in disembodied voices mysteriously,
“We dead take our civic duties seriously…”
One by one the Democrats rose from the dead,
And to the courthouse they did head,
Until the last decomposed corpse jumped up from his coffin,
And said, “Whatever happened to ‘Vote Early,’ ‘Vote Often?’
I saw now that it was all part of the plan:
The dead voting “Democrat” all across the land.
And for you, the living, this warning is sent to;
When you get to the courthouse, tell them Boris registered you…
Thanks, Ken Reamy, for this amusing take on the holiday and the election.