By Debra Houston | A few random thoughts today.
I mentioned to my hairdresser I might not vote in the presidential election. “You must!” she said. “Not voting at all is an automatic yes-vote for Trump.”
Wait — I thought “not voting at all” was an automatic yes-vote for Hillary.
A liberal friend said she wished President Obama had accomplished more. “That’s strange,” I said. “I thought he had fundamentally changed America.” I was so flabbergasted by her comment, I didn’t ask what more she wanted from him.
If I hear one more Democrat say the typical Trump voter is a non-educated white male, I’ll scream. In other words, if all you have is a high school diploma, you’re stupid. “Who are the educated?” you ask. Harvard grads, I guess. And Nancy Pelosi, of course.
If another progressive informs me that the Republican Congress prevented President Obama from achieving his goals, my head will explode. The Dems owned the House and Senate during the first half of Obama’s administration. Besides, in a divided government, the opposition party is SUPPOSED to OPPOSE. Unfortunately, Republicans seldom challenged the president. Oh, they talked a lot, but that’s it.
I’m also tired of hearing that a vote for Trump will “save” the Supreme Court from three generations of rabid progressivism. We don’t know what Trump will do as president, and that worries me more than another Ruth Bader Ginsburg.
And what’s up with Mrs. Clinton’s health? I hope and pray she is well. Perhaps I’ve watched too many YouTube clips of her coughing spells and unsteadiness on her feet. It’s amazing what the networks don’t show us.
I’ll end with something that has bothered me for a while — how the heck did I end up in Congressman Hank Johnson’s Fourth district? Is there a more liberal district on earth? I was perfectly content with Congressman Rob Woodall in the Seventh District. But the Gerrymandering Monster made sure there was no way out. The GOP never offers up a candidate to run against Johnson who has a serious chance of winning. So every four years I go inside the voting booth and write in my own name.
Which is another reason why I might stay home on November 8.
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