A voter in 1932 had a choice between Tweedle-de-dum or Tweddle-Dee-Dumber. My fear is that in 1916 we face a choice between someone I dont place a great deal of faith in - and an outright, in-your-face con artist. I can be wrong about Trump, and so can you - but we aren't wrong about Hillary.
I favor the explanation that FDR turned a routine recession into a depression with his boneheaded socialist crap.
“I can be wrong about Trump, and so can you”
Well, none of us is infallible, but if Trump doesn’t come through, we’re no worse off than if one of those depraved politicians had been elected.
“but we aren’t wrong about Hillary.”
The other day my alleged mind was wandering, and I went back to the fifties in a way I usually don’t. Colors, smells, details...
From that perspective, it is not merely astonishing, but literally horrifying, that a person like Clintesterone could be considered for the presidency.