Fur and Loathing

As I listened to her speak, I couldn’t help but think about the sheer improbability of it all. Here was a woman who, by the standards of the not-so-distant past, wasn’t supposed to be there.

Once I cheered him, savored his slick charm and deft maneuverings but he’s emerged as something more sinister — an opportunistic predator, wrapped in a veneer of charisma, who thrived on a cocktail of power and privilege.

What’s left of the Republican Party is a hollow shell, a grotesque mockery of what it once stood for.

The only difference is the shade of lipstick they’re putting on the pig. And in the end, it’s still a pig, no matter how much they try to dress it up.

When you “vote blue no matter who” you get the candidate who doesn’t show up, answers questions like she’s reading from a notepad checklist or doesn’t answer at all.