Thursday, September 17, 2015

Carly v. Hillary: More Than Skin Deep

Carly, 61 and so smooth-skinned. I wonder how?
If you watched last night's televised 3-hour debate between the Republican contenders for the presidential nomination, congratulations. You obviously possess amazing staying power, incredible patience and deep determination, unless you have two broken legs and had little choice in the matter because the remote was beyond your reach. I have no broken legs at the moment and so I was able to watch the proceedings while doing chores around the house, keeping within earshot and returning to the TV whenever I heard wild applause or raucous laughter.

Finally, at the start of the third broadcast hour, I had finished cleaning the toilets and sweeping up cat litter and sat down and paid attention, and I was glad I did. It allowed me to absorb the final moments of Donald Trump's historic ascendancy to the top of the heap, to be followed immediately by his downward slide to the bottom. It's over for Donald. (Phew, that was close!)

Hillary, 68 and wrinkled. She better do something!
Now we have Carly "Smart As a Whip" Fiorina igniting all the pundits and columnists, each one racing around to get an interview, do a profile, and make her the new superstar of the GOP. She's got an answer for everything, and it's always a good one, delivered in a no-nonsense style that inspires confidence. Carly's one tough cookie who has survived breast cancer and the death of a child, and one can only imagine with glee how she would decimate Hillary "You Mean Wipe It With a Cloth?" Clinton in a one-on-one debate, should they each win their party's nomination. After all, who doesn't love a good cat fight?



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