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Rhymes with Orange

 Suddenly there is new life in the Presidential race. Suddenly the Republican party has the older candidate.  The youth vote has been activated and the result is new hope and new life. Perhaps it is life that comes before hope.  

How sad that the race is so close.  How sad that a large portion of the American people cannot recognize a psychopath, a narcissist, much less a huckster.  The uneducated have a chance of having the last word.  People are wearing their despair  on their sleeves.  The orange man has already given hints that if he gets in again, he is not leaving.  We know he means business, he has already shown us who he is.  It's beyond me sometimes why his supporters continue to back him.  



Oh I know all about the red meat eating base.   They are an open book.  The orange man speaks their language.  He's anti-intellectual, crass, cruel, and fearful.  His racism and lies only feed the fire.  But what of those in Congress, or those who sit in their 15,000 square foot homes and fondle their latest tax cut?  What about those who can't stand to watch the news because it's too depressing?  Those who think the government is out to get them and question why any of their tax dollars would or should pay for somebody's college loans.  All those Socialist educators who carry huge agendas and crucify common sense with their book knowledge.

Democrats win elections when they spark movements. Witness Barak Obama, Bill Clinton, Jimmy Carter among others.  It seems as if a minor Kamala Harris movement is starting to rumble some thunder.  Somehow the fact that we have only 100 days left before the election might work as an advantage.  People are impatient.  They are tired of drama.  They want to relax  a bit.  With a dictator looming on the horizon, they are ready to get it on.

In all the malaise of statistics, data, poll results and trends, there is one thing I'd like to see.  What percentage of people believe that a moral compass should be a vital characteristic of their President.

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