Just Disgusting I Tell You
Good morning, y’all. Well here we are, Christmas Eve, 2015. All of the lights are hung, and thanks be to Amazon, all of the shopping is done. I find I’m much more generous when I don’t have to go to the mall and fight the great unwashed herds for everything from a parking space to two for one mittens with Santa’s elves embroidered on the back. I can get those mittens delivered free to my door with Amazon Prime. Long live Prime.
Speaking of other things that work better than expected, how about those Democrat debates? The small collection of us at the Democrat debate potluck were well served by the polite discourse offered up by the candidates, and the six foot long sub I bought for the occasion. Where there was the opportunity to have a knock down drag out, hair pulling, neck in vein popping donnybrook, the skirmish resolved itself into a mea culpa. A few days before the debate, Bernie had peeked under Hillary’s skirt, so’s to speak, and gotten a look at her potential voter list. What would have played out with hatchets and machettes and screams of “loser” on the Republican dais, went quietly into the night with a, “sorry Hillary”, and a “ok”. I mean geez, where’s the theater in people acting like adults?
With very few opportunities to go full postal on one another, the candidates seemed like a reasoned bunch of folks who seem to be interested in putting forth a platform that would provide the “middle class” in America the opportunity to return back to its former glory. The differences between the candidates were more to the nuances of improving the policy, not throwing the baby and the bath water out the window in the hopes of seeming to be the most “energized” candidate. We all know from watching the Republican debates that it’s a lack of “energy” that will doom a candidate.
The one hitch of the night’s proceedings was when they returned back from the break a little early and Hillary wasn’t on the stage. Seems like she had used the commercial break for a bathroom break, just like millions of us do at home, and she had not returned prior to the cameras going live. The fact that the moderators/producers of the show should have handled the issue better was lost by the revelation from The Donald that he found the scene “disgusting”. Honest to Jesus, his exact quote is, “I know where she went, it’s disgusting, I don’t want to talk about it,” he said. “No, it’s too disgusting. Don’t say it, it’s disgusting, let’s not talk, we want to be very, very straight up. But I thought that, wasn’t that a weird deal.”
Now, until I read that quote, I had no idea of what Trump rich is. I mean, I can imagine yachts, and Learjets, a penthouse at the top of the New York skyline, and crab legs three times a day, but when you’re rich enough to get someone else to do your elimination for you, that’s Trump Rich! How else can you explain The Donald’s quote? Clearly, he is so adverse to the human processes that he finds the fact that Hillary went to the bathroom, enough to stroke out over. The Donald didn’t confine his disgust to his small closet of friends, but broadcast it in a speech in Michigan. So, who actually does The Donald’s bathroom breaks for him? Is it one guy, or are there two? You now, number one and number two. Do the eliminators have to be guys or can girls apply? Speaking of girls, do all of the women in The Donald’s life have personal eliminators, or are they disgusting like he thinks Hillary is?
In an aside to the main point, if you’ve “eliminated” any support from the Hispanic community, the Muslim community, the Asian Community, the physically challenged, and most women, who is left to vote for you? If The Donald alienates all of those of us who don’t have personal eliminators on our staff, I’m guessing The Donald’s turn out is going to be pretty light on election day. Just my observation.