It pains me to watch Donald Trump's campaign struggle, not with its message, but with the venom from other Republicans. I really like the guy. I enjoy his brazen, unscripted comments. And I LOVE how he infuriates traditional politicians, and exposes the same corrupt "behind the scenes" that Bernie Sanders brings up in his speeches. Trump & Bernie overlap in many places, especially when alluding to the type of conspiracies that drives many Dan Brown novels. I'll spare the political diatribe, but I must say that even if Trump fails, he'll have succeeded in revealing the flaws of an antiquated election system. It's time to abandon our country's electoral college, and to modernize "how" we choose our President. We're ready for a "popular vote," without the primary slog - and with an election "day" where voters can cast their ballots online with security, transparency, and the Internet's up-to-date information. It's the only way to avoid the current election spectacle. Chuckling...it's what Ayn Rand would want, if she were alive today.
Today on my way to work, I was looking at my neighborhood in the onset of spring. The sun was shining, the sky was popsicle-blue, and the homes in my historic district were surrounded with budding trees, freshly-cut grass, and the yellows & whites of April. As I walked down the street, I could smell fresh mulch in perineal beds. Neighbors were walking dogs, and making improvements on their houses. The scene was beautiful. Aurora was alive with the approach of summer. Cars zipped by me as I approached the intersection of Oak and Lake Street, and the Prisco Center was advertising spring swimming classes for all of the neighborhood hell-children. And I bring all this up because the shit above going on in the world was the last thing on my mind. I didn't give a damn about anything else, and for a few minutes my entire world had been reduced to what I saw on the street. That's how most of us live our lives every day. We pay no attention to anything but our immediate surroundings, myself included.
So, I had this amazing idea today after imagining what might happen if Cruz acquires all of Trump's delegates at the convention. With Cruz in the background, I imagined Trump going in front of the cameras to make what everyone assumes will be a concession speech, but quickly turns the tables on everyone and announces his run as an independent candidate. But it gets better. His VP would be...Bernie Sanders! "See that look on Lyin' Ted's face right now?" Donald would say. "That's the look you'll see on Vladimir Putin, when I'm sitting at the negotiating table as our next president.!" The crowd goes wild, Cruz goes red, and Hillary thinks she actually has a chance with Ross Perot 2.0 entering the election.
BTW, am I the only one who thinks that she looks like she's in a prison jumpsuit, whenever she wears an orange pant suit? Orange is the new black, indeed... particularly when considering Trump's skin tone. Developing...
BTW PART TWO: I'll try to keep the political posts to a minimum, but you've gotta' give me at least one:)