Is It Too Much To Ask?

I want Trump defeated so much that I’m willing to vote for the human equivalent of a baloney sandwich to get rid of trump. The question of mine that no one can answer is “Is this the best we can do?”

I have nothing against Biden other than the sad truth that he cannot inspire me at all. When the Democrats seem intent on using the campaign platform consisting solely of “Biden is better than trump.” Of course Biden is better than trump. The only people I can think of who are worse than trump would be Stalin, Mao Tse Tung, Hitler, and Pol Pot. Not to mention Jim Jones and David Koresh.

I’ve given up ever seeing a Democrat who truly inspires me, one who brings energy and vision to a campaign. When someone as bland as Biden isn’t leading by 20-25 points in the polls over trump, I consider my point has been made.

I suppose that I’ll have to wait for a Democratic candidate with a big set, I don’t see any right now. But I’ll still vote for Biden over trump.

Names capitalized or not indicate my personal level of enthusiasm. That level is extremely low.

False Confidence

As a wonderful and inspiring day winds down here, I found myself thinking about dipping my digital toes back into the social media pool. I have these feelings from time to time and I always find the willpower to resist. Today, thankfully, was no exception.

I deliberately ended my social media presence a long time ago because things got out of control. The attacks that came from people I never interacted with were just too damn annoying. The whole experience turned into a swamp of negativity. While the temptation might arise every now and then, I just no longer want to deal with fake people.

Beware Of The Talking Scarf

I just posted an article from CNN about Dr. Deborah Birx, one of the sycophants surrounding the Dumbshit Orange Nazi in the White House. She is also known for wearing scarves with every outfit she has. There is a reason that I cannot trust this woman.

Growing up in a small Kentucky town during the 1970s, one of my earliest childhood friends had a mother who was basically the town whore. She was what we now call a cougar. She was in her mid 40s, she put gray frositng/highlights in her light brown hair. She smoked Kent 100s and drove around in a Pontiac Bonneville. She also wore scarves all the time. My parents told me about her in the sense that she couldn’t be trusted, I found out later about the whore thing. “She wears all those garish scarves around her neck to divert attention from her eyes because if you watch her eyes, you can tell she is lying.”

My parents were absolutely correct about her. I see the same thing with Dr. Birx, another cougar who tries to mask her own insincerity with those garish scarves around her neck to divert attention away from her eyes, because looking in her eyes is a sure way to tell that she is lying.

Dr. Birx never entered mySnall world until she started appearing on TV with Dumbshit Orange Nazi every night. Now you all know the reason I can never trust even one word that comes out of her mouth.

Shortages

We have all heard about shortages over the last week. We have a shortage of kits to test for the Coronavirus, and that means we can’t get a truly accurate picture of just how widespread the problem is.

We have a shortage of respirators, and that means we can’t treat everyone properly who might or might not actually have the Coronavirus because we have a shortage of test kits.

We have a shortage of leadership from our allegedly elected officials. The Orange Nazi also has a shortage of personal responsibility because nothing is ever his fault.

There are some things that we don’t have a shortage of. Information and infoporn are all too available to us. This overwhelms our inputs and creates a sense of hopelessness and despair. We also have no shortage of those feelings.

As for feelings, I know that we have no shortage of compassion and kindness. That is something we make for ourselves in such quantities that we can always manage to spare some for those people in need.