I was always a Democrat without question, like my parents taught me. But then things started going downhill, forcing me to take a closer look at my decisions.
My disillusionment began when Bill Clinton went on a TV talk show, played the saxophone and was asked by a young woman whether he wore boxers or briefs. Shockingly, he answered! Next thing you know he's having oral sex in the Oval Office with a young intern, and the Democrats who loved him, which is all of them, said, "That's okay, his sex life is his own business."
Everyone knows the rest. Along the way we had Barack Obama with those styrofoam Greek columns flanking him as he delivered his acceptance speech to become the Democratic candidate for president. Nothing says "out of touch with regular Americans" like Greek columns. If they had been real that might have been impressive, but the styrofoam only reinforced his hollow, fake persona. And you gotta ask, who paid that $50,000 bill?
And now there's the current crew: An ineffective old man who repeats rambling stories about his father and a clueless woman with a nervous laugh who was chosen solely for her skin color and gender.
God help us all.
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