. . . and I dream that a huge number of my fellow Americans think that a vulgarian with a fourth grade vocabulary and a kindergarten mentality would be a good president for the USA. I imagine this egotistical, know-nothing, bloviating disaster engaged in talks with leaders of other countries and I wake up shaking, hardly able to breathe. Then I am faced with the chilling realization that I'm even more terrified by the smarmy, evangelical, would-be Messiah that is the alternative on the (R)ight side of the ticket. Someone wake me up again.
. . . and I dream that a huge number of my fellow Americans think that a vulgarian with a fourth grade vocabulary and a kindergarten mentality would be a good president for the USA. I imagine this egotistical, know-nothing, bloviating disaster engaged in talks with leaders of other countries and I wake up shaking, hardly able to breathe. Then I am faced with the chilling realization that I'm even more terrified by the smarmy, evangelical, would-be Messiah that is the alternative on the (R)ight side of the ticket. Someone wake me up again.