Who the @#$% do I vote for now?
I’ve been following this election religiously, and feeling the Bern almost from the start. There was something about that grumpy, old Socialist grandpa that just spoke (okay, more like screamed!) to me.
I liked the way he ranted against the establishment, I was intrigued by his underdog story, and my gut told me that if he was elected President, he’d mail me a card with a five dollar bill inside on my birthday.
Now look at who we’re stuck with: The Billionaire Buffoon who probably won’t be able to shut up long enough to take the Oath of Office, and the former Secretary of State, who for some reason reminds me too much of an Evil Stepmother.
While you’d think this Brooklyn Boy would be pumped about an election between two candidates who identify themselves as New Yorkers, I don’t think I can bring myself to vote for either of them.
I know the guy has a massive following, but so does Nickelback.
Being popular because you make a spectacle of yourself and a mockery of what America stands for might be awesome if you’re a jock in high school, but it should not be a body of work that gets you elected President of the United States.
As for Hillary, I just don’t like her. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but maybe listening to all of Bernie’s rants has led me to believe that she is in the pocket of corrupt bankers and Wall Street tycoons.
Her email server issue seems like the sort of thing that would normally derail a campaign, but Hillary just keeps on chugging down the tracks. Maybe I hate the fact that she acts like the Presidency is her destiny. Perhaps I get the creeps thinking about what (or who) her husband did while in the Oval Office. More likely, it has to do with this whole Super Delegate thing making me feel like the nomination is rigged.
Do I really need a definitive answer for why I cannot possibly cast my vote for either Clinton or Trump? Just not gonna do it!
All I know is that the idea of President Clinton gives me an unsettling sense of deja vu, and every time I think about the possibility of President Trump, I search for my passport and make sure my go bag for Canada is safely packed in my car.
Why in the world didn’t Bernie pull off the upset in California last night?
If he had, it would’ve given me some hope for the future. At least for a few more weeks.
Now, I just feel like America is the laughingstock of the world, and the next four years might be @#$%^&* agonizing.
Maybe researching the impeachment process will help keep me sane…
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