I know the Clinton's mean to do well, but the sight and sound of them has become nauseous, like going to bed every night sober and having to look forward to awakening with a massive hangover and a fear of facing the day. I know the Trump's, and their predatory wax museum children and the wax museum zombie wife, are downright odious, are so frighteningly ambitious in thinking they can run a government, lead a country, represent the now most powerful country to the rest of the world, and they need to be jettisoned like an ongoing pestilence into nothingness like a horrific nerve gas or nuclear fallout because they simply represent everything ugly, cruel, horrendous, malodorous and downright shameful and dangerous about civilization and the human race, and most specifically about what America has become because of their ubiquitous presence.
It's like we don't know who to hate most—them or ourselves for finding ourselves engaged with them on a nightly basis out of some strain of self-loathing.
And I say this as a guilty party.
Surely, we have to find somebody better than these two, and their clans, and, sad and nasty as they are, we should not be forced to have to root for either, or vote for either, nor to endure the endless stream of pundits and aides and spinners going on TV over an 18 month span and trying over and over again to bombard us with lies and spurious forms of bullshit to defend them and convince us either is even remotely likable and worthy of our trust and confidence, and, good God, our admiration, or that they actually possess even a shred of the kind of humanity and humanness of a Roosevelt, a Kennedy, a Reagan, a Bush I, an Obama, even a Bush II—sans Cheney.
What is going to happen anyway, is that one of these two crass, noxious creatures is going to be elected, and promptly impeached; one, Donald Trump, by his own party, so that a sanctimonious run-of-the-mill nerd/creep named Mike Pence can take over and stack the supreme court, set the country back 50 years into a Christ-crazed, bigoted Nixon era moral majority and transform it permanently into the oligarchy it has become.
Or we can mercifully inherit Tim Kaine, who has at least spent his years on this planet trying to help humanity, really and truly believing in the human race, and himself, and who might turn out to be that sleeper great president, ala Harry Truman.
And we can all relax, for a little while at least. But is it possible? If there exists among us such acidly cruel vitriol against a man as decent, qualified and genuinely sunny as Obama, where are we, really? My guess is, with the extermination of the Trump's and Clinton's, we all might feel better about ourselves, and learn to like each other all over again, at least a little bit.
But for how long?
The die has been cast, and our intolerance and distrust of each other makes for a dire future.