Prez candidates have us voters between a rock and a hard place
Barb Walter, The Hennessey Clipper
Politicians use clichés when it suits them, and this year’s presidential race is like the blind leading the blind.
Every day another candidate shoots themselves in the foot, ends up with egg on their face, or their rhetoric makes me madder than an old wet hen.
Maybe I’m out of line, but this year I think voters are up a creek without a paddle. This entire election process is like a wild goose chase.
These politicians have us over a barrel, and it’s all our fault. We let them get under our skin every night when we watch them on TV.
Each party’s election system is enough to make a preacher cuss. They are as clear as mud.
I have no idea who or what super delegates are, nor do I give a rat’s behind. I’d just like for my vote in the presidential election to count, but not one of my candidates (Rubio or Huckabee) made it, so I guess I’m just out of luck.
I have trouble sleeping at night knowing Trump might have his finger on the Red Button. He’s an accident looking for a place to happen, and is the proverbial bull in a china cabinet.
I know I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but Cruz just makes my skin crawl. I can’t put my finger on it, but I just don’t trust him. I don’t think he can win unless he’s able to pull a rabbit out of his hat.
On the Democrat side, I wouldn’t trust Clinton as far as I could throw her, and I hope that the FBI will find us some poetic justice.
Bernie Sanders, a socialist, is a goof, though if I was in college I’d want him to pay for it, and everything else for the rest of my life.
I’d even go out on a limb to say that both Democratic candidates don’t have a prayer. Both of them also scare the pants off of me, and that’s easier said than done.
For Pete’s sake, spare me your crocodile tears if you’re a liberal, the conservative party is suffering death by a thousand cuts each time Trump opens his mouth. Apparently the GOPs thought Trump would drop out, but as they found out, he’s a tough nut to crack.
I hope the Republican powers that be don’t count their chickens before they’re hatched. If they think Cruz is a shoo-in to come up with more delegates than Trump then they’re crazier than a peach orchard boar.
Just because I don’t agree with your political views don’t hang me out to dry. When I started writing this I didn’t know which end was up. Of course, I still don’t, but clichés sure come in handy when you’re trying to drive home a point.
I mean Heaven’s to Betsy! Wild horses couldn’t make me decide today who to vote for in November.
I don’t know why in tarnation they don’t just have a box on the ballot for NONE OF THE ABOVE.
So come election day I guess the monkey will be on your back.
Posted on Wed, July 20, 2016
by Ashley Novachich