- 21 Oct 2016 23:55
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Republicans are a gloomy lot, methinks.
In the beginning, Republicans smiled and congratulated themselves as the nominees tossed their hats into the ring: Ted Cruz, Jeb Bush, Dr Carson, Chris Christy, and Carly Fiorini. The GOP were well pleased: a brainiac lawyer, a former governor with more money than God in his war chest, a distinguished brainiac neurosurgeon, a popular for insulting the great unwashed masses governor, and a woman CEO of a Fortune 20, who would ensure the ladies' vote. The GOP was delighted. Enter a busload of senators and governors. And escalator riding Trump.
Republicans couldn't be more delighted. 17 stars. Spoiled for choice. They'd positively eviscerate those damniable Democrats.
Gentlemen and ah, lady, start your engines...
Like a giant, orange wrecking ball, Trump came out swinging. In what was his smartest move ever, Gov. Scott Walker took his Koch Brothers funded superpac money and capitulated as he watchef Trump pummel the slow moving Bush. Other awestruck republicans, horrified by this spectacle, wrung their hands in disbelief and weighed their options. What if we tossed him out? What if he ran as an independent? What if he wasn't allowed to run as an independent? Crikey. One by one, Trump vivisected all the competion. All of them. 16 grown men, the pride of the Republican party, had no idea what so ever how to handle Trump, and now laid bloodied at the feet of this bloody-minded juggernaut named Trump.
Meanwhile Hillary and Bernie had a wee foodfight. Hillary won.
From the sidelines, Trump offered a critique of Hillary's style. She loud. She's sooooo angry. Hwer heat is filled with hate.When the Hillary-Trump debates started, it was assumed Trump could mop the floor with Hillary,
Not so. She came out, smiling sweetly like a cat with cream. Maybe a little forced, but she was determined not raise her voice nor appear angry nor hateful. Every time he took a swing at her, landing some hard, even bruising punches, she virtually purred and stuck her claws in. The deeper she made her way under her skin, the more he lost his composure. The smile looked a little less forced as the night progressed. Hillary was having a grand old time. The Grand Old Party was not. The pundits gave the win to Trump. The polls showed the people did not.
The second debate was a clear win for Hillary, prefaced by the Billy Bush tape and culminating with Trump having a seven day war with a beauty queen. Hillary smiled, she was having fun, playing lIke a cat with a mouse. This time the people and left leaning pundits called a win for Hillary. The GOP groaned.
In the third debate, Trump started strong, but visably withered after 20, 30 minutes. He looked like he got under her skin a little but she dug in her claws enough that he seemed to concede.
She won, as he conceded, on experience. She won on knowledge. She won on stamina. She won on disposition. As a women, I'm pleased she was proved meritorious, full stop, but after those sad Billy Bush tapes just let me say
Good pussy, goooood pussycat.
“There are a terrible lot of lies going about the world, and the worst of it is that half of them are true" - Winston Churchill