So we come once again to that most wonderful part of our four year cycle, where we choose the lesser of two evils to lead us into the gaping maw of oblivion. Place your bets! Who shall take our hands and lead us to our doom? Will it be the self obsessed object of a bizarre personality cult, with honeyed words and empty palms, intent on selling away our safty, and by extension, our very lives for the sake of a hollow and empty change? Or will it be a warmongering, senile old man with an explosive temper and little in the way of self control, who will keep us safe from the bear at the door while letting us starve safe in our cabins?
I'd rather not have to swallow the lies of either, for they both taste of poison.









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