Like her husband.
But it wasn't Putin or Trump that did her in. It was Bernie.
I told him a thousand times, while he was grooving to a Carol King tune:
"Is it too late baby?" "Is it too late?"
He said, no way man. I'm like John the Baptist. The voice crying in the wilderness trying to make way for the first socialist king: if its Corey Booker. Or queen: if its Elizabeth Warren. Just a little ahead of my time. A little out of synch but my voice is still pure and true.
Yea, whatever. You mobilized a base that went in a direction your proto-socialist ass didn't anticipate. All the Jaigh Lowder's of the world. And Haystack Calhoun's. And Marshall Hoekel's. I could continue ad nauseum. But I have a word limit here.
Then he continued that he thought I was Turkish. Wow, I went from being German to English, and now I'm Turkish. And I think they are going to come and carry me away. Like that Russian Ambassador. That ambassador didn't mean anything after all. Just following orders. Like Goering. Let there be songs to fill the air. Waiting for the tide to roll. Ripple in still water. Reach out your hand if your cup be empty.
Now for a brief diversion. The plug for Obama. All of you dissing Obama for the U.S. abstaining on that U.N. resolution condemning Israel for the settlements. Get over it. We need to seriously pivot to Asia and get out of the middle east. Its a no win situation. Not that Israel isn't a beacon for humanity, but seriously, they need to lighten up. So Obama did the correct thing by distancing himself from them until they do. Kudos to you Barack. And a scandal free eight years. And that Iran deal. And health care. Anyway.....
Bernie, Bernie, lately I've been feeling your pain. My heart is wide open. But I'm sitting here in Limbo. Waiting for the dice to roll. Got some time to search my soul. And the soul of our country. Did you know that our entire economy is based on the various forms of self-medication?
I can't sleep now. I found that I'm too exciting.
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