Losing is such sweet sorrow. Except for the losing part. All the money in the world would not convince those donkey voters in Pennsylvania that there is true hope for the tattered, shabby, bitter lives. They really enjoy reveling in their misery.
I hate losing. It hurts me. If voters knew how much they hurt me then they would vote for me instead of Hillary Clinton. Nothing hurts Hillary. Nothing. She’s immune to pain. Well, except for the pain she causes others.
Losing is not the American way and we lost our path with Vietnam and we’re about to repeat it again in Iraq. When I take office as President I will tell the American people the truth. Truth hurts. We lost in Vietnam and we lost in Iraq. It is time to tuck tail and run for the hills, the Crusade avengers are on the war path and they seek the death and destruction of America and all we stand for.
We used to stand for winning. Now we stand for losing.
When I think about it more, losing is not so sweet. It’s just sorrow.
No matter what happens in the voting today in Pennsylvania, it ain’t over until the fat lady cries. The fat lady is Hillary. She cries when I win.
The last Democratic primary elections are in Montana and South Dakota in June. By then I will have more delegates pledged to me than Hillary. I will have won more of the popular vote and more states. It is likely that I will have more SuperDelegates pledged to me than to Hillary.
Then it will be time for the fat lady to sing. And eat some crow. I’ll be at the convention just so I can watch her do both at the same time.
Eating crow and singing at the same time. Hillary is one talented woman.
This is what drives me. Hope shall prevail, but fear is the motivator. Fear that Hillary Clinton could still win the nomination and become President. Michelle tells me I’m becoming paranoid about Hillary’s dogged determination to keep going at all costs.
Hillary can afford to keep going at all costs. Her campaign contributions may be drying up but she and Bill are worth tens of millions of dollars now, and likely will make even more money in the next few years.
How can Hillary win?
If Bill Clinton has another affair and it becomes public knowledge, then Hillary will get another dose of public sentiment as the victim. She’s keeping the campaign going so she can trap Bill in some cheap floozie affair and gain the sympathy vote.
It’s not a personal thing, but Hillary Clinton scares me to death. She’s the quintessential horror movie zombie that won’t quit, always on the prowl, always ready to take a bite of human flesh. My flesh. That scares me.
I expect Hillary to win the Pennsylvania primary. She won’t gain many delegates but I don’t think it matters much. She seems to enjoy the hunt for flesh. My flesh.
What I don’t have an answer for is how Hillary manages to win all those big state primaries despite being outspent. Are big states full of flesh eater groupies who rally behind their kind? New York I can understand. California is full of crazies. But Pennsylvania?
David assures me that I won’t have any more debates with Hillary. I don’t want to get that close to her. After the last debate in Pennsylvania I shook her hand and later found out I had three scratches on my arm.
Hillary Clinton is something else. Now she accuses me of being a sympathizer of terrorists because I know a terrorist.
William Ayres was a Weather Underground terrorist in the 1960s. A bomb blew up. People died. He and his wife were on the run for a decade or so before going legitimate. I served on a charity when he was director seven or eight years ago. That’s about all I know of the man.
So what does Hillary do? She says I’m a terrorist sympathizer. Nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t sympathize with Hillary at all.
Ayres is an aging, over-the-hill, hippie college professor whose last hurrah was in the late 1960s. I was born in 1961. If I’m not mistaken it was President Bill Clinton who commuted the sentences of two other Weather Underground members.
I should have mentioned that during the debate but I forgot.
I think that’s the last debate I’ll do until after the convention. I’ll debate John McCain once or twice, but no more Hillary. It isn’t that Hillary isn’t a good debater. She is. She’s a wordsmith. After all, she lied to the press for a year before anyone found out. She’s good.
The problem with debates is the questions, the inane, juvenile, questions.
We were 45 minutes into the debate before anyone got around to asking about gasoline prices or health care. George Stephanopolis said the number one issue with voters is the economy, but he didn’t ask a question about the economy until the second hour, 63-minutes after the debate started.
Debate moderators and questioners spend all their time focusing on titillating questions that have nothing to with anything about policy, or experience, or what candidates will do once elected.
If there’s to be another debate then I plan to set the format and I’ll ask the questions.
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