Hard Times

I get the feeling that the decision has been made. Hillary will be our candidate. I can’t say exactly why I feel this but I sure do. As for Ms. Clinton; I have to say that she would be sooooooooo much better than that pack of murderous criminals currently in office that things would have to look up. And I’m sure they would. Somehow though, I just can’t stand having my decision made for me. And at this early date no less.

I used to joke with my friends during Big Dog’s term that we had a word for the Clintons when I was a kid; we called them “Republicans.” Today, the Republican Party has driven everything so hard right that you can’t tell left from up or right from down. What is considered ‘left’ now is what ‘moderate’ Republicans used to be. I am not going to vote for a Republican, moderate or otherwise. I’m sure that Hillary is a wonderful person and would make a fine president. Push come to shove; I may reverse and vote for her but I doubt it. I think she is just like every other professional politico.

Personally, there doesn’t seem to be anyone that is going to lure me back to the ballot box. If I vote and it turns out to be the same old shit, why in hell should I take my fat butt off the couch and go vote?? Shit, it’s always raining and cold on election day and I can only imagine how much fun people have standing in line waiting for their turn at a Diebold machine. Nope, I think I’m staying home. If we take the crooked-assed money and the Electoral College out of the mix, it may become something worth paying attention to.

Our country is so near to fascism that I wake up screaming in the night but I feel hopeless. I see people clutching dollars to their chest, amassing weapons and ammo, building fences around our country and damning anyone that might look, act or think differently. I’m depressed as all Hell and I don’t want to take it any more! I’ll try a few minutes of the candidates’ session in Chicago tonight, I’m sure that will cheer me…..

Just cause it is on my mind, a few words from Stephen Foster:

Hard Times
Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears,
While we all sup sorrow with the poor;
There's a song that will linger forever in our ears;
Oh hard times come again no more.

Tis the song, the sigh of the weary.
Hard times, hard times, come again no more.
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door,
Oh hard times, trouble me no more.

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door;
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say
Oh hard times come again no more.

One last thing; Thank you “Red Clay Ramblers”