A lot believe that if they can’t pick something that’s well nigh perfect, they shouldn’t pick anything at all.
And they enclose themselves in a world of plaster saints thereby.
If I knew I had to wade through a flood to get out of a house, and it had two doors, and one had the flood up to my chest and the other one the flood over my head, I think I know what door I would pick. I wouldn’t wait for it to rise any further and inundate me where I was.
Or that Pence has ruined his career by being in with Trump
He is a thousand times better than our choice in 2012
Excellent illustration! I really hope they’ll not repeat their past follies.