Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton have unfavorability ratings that border historic levels. This should come as a surprise to absolutely no one. But now that they are both all but assured their parties’ nominations – sorry Bernie – it’s imperative that they court a running mate that can make them look somewhat more appealing to unconvinced and undecided voters. It’s quite possible that a VP choice has never been so important.
Here are a few of the things that seem to be getting my goat these days:
There is no longer any doubt that Donald J. Trump, the bombastic blowhard who has never held a public office in his entire life, will be the Republican Party’s nominee for president. If someone would have told me this a year ago, I would have checked them for fever. But that’s where we are and there’s not much that can be done about it.
If it is true, as some wise folks have said, that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, I figure that along the way there are strewn numerous discarded umbrellas.
It’s hard to imagine that Donald Trump could sink any lower than he already has with female voters. Recently, however, the Donald tried his hardest to sink even further.
Artwork by local public school students is on display at the EACC Fine Arts Center. Wonderful.
Below is the transcript of President Donald Trump’s 2018 State of the Union Address:
Isn’t this so great, people? It’s fantastic! My first State of the Union address, can you believe it? So many people – so many, like millions, right? – so many people didn’t think I would get here. President Trump, can you believe it? All those political insiders, the media, they said, ‘Trump can’t win! He’ll fail!’
It was during my first hitch at the Times-Herald, that I first proclaimed myself to be the founder, president – and only member, it seemed – of AGHAST, or All Grass Haters Adamantly Shirking Toil.
October 5, 2012 – The Atlanta Braves hosted the St. Louis Cardinals for the first-ever Wild Card Playoff game, a single, do-or-die contest that would decide who would advance to the playoffs and who would go home.
Well, another play is finished. It had its good points and bad points.
The main bad point took place when I fell. Headlong. No grace, no class. I mean, ker-splat. I was heading off stage and missed my footing when stepping off a platform.