Kasich reminds me of the pessimist boy.
They put the optimist boy in a room full of horse manure and the pesimist boy in a room full of every kind of toy you could imagine.
The checked on them in an hour. The pessimist boy was sitting in the middle of the floor crying. They said what’s wrong? Don’t you like the toys? The boy said, yes, but they aren’t mine and I’m going to have to leave them behind when I go home.
They checked on the optimist boy who was happily digging away. They said, “what are you doing? don’t you realize that’s manure?” The optimist boy said “Yeah, with all this manure in here, there’s bound to be a pony in here somewhere.”
Go die in a fire, Kasich.