I Don't Care

 The Queen and I had a discussion about Trump this morning. That's unusal for us. We keep politics out of the conversation. It's not that we disagree on issues. We're in total agreement. She just flat out doesn't like Trump as a person. Unfortuately, there are, I believe, too many others who feel this way.

Know what? I don't care about his arrogance. I don't plan on playing golf with him, or a game of pinochle or even going down to the Dairy Queen for a cone. I don't care about his tweeting. Some of it is funny and some of it is mean. It doesn't bother me at all because once I read or hear it I go on with my daily life.

Sadly, and it may be true, I've been reading a great deal about surburban women flipping over to the Democrats aka Joe Biden in the upcoming election. I have to ask myself: what do they believe is going to happen?

We all know, and so do they, that Joe is the puppet; that someone else is manipulating the strings.

There was an article in Weasel Zippers this morning about a political guru what has successfully predicted every presidential winner since 1984. The fella says that Trump will lose.

Okay, the ramifications are a thousandfold; too many to comprehend. I wouldn't know where to start. 

I do believe that those who are on the Right, after three months, might ask themselves, "Why did I pull the lever blue?"