posted on Nov, 9 2016 @ 01:57 AM
The voters, or at least enough of them, have spoken, and the words are "We want Trump", or perhaps it was "Oh, God, not Hillary."
Meh. I've made no secret of the fact I despise both of 'em, and I wasn't much more enamored with the other alternatives. But I found one that I
could support more than disapprove of, and voted for him. No, I'm not going to tell you who.
So, what now?
Well, Mr. Trump, here you go. You've got the chance to prove many of us wrong. Frankly, you scare me almost as much as she who shall no longer be
relevant did, in some ways, more. But, here you go. The Bully Pulpit. A chance to "Make America Great."
I hope you succeed, Mr. Trump, I really do. It's definitely a case of hope for the best, prepare for the worst with you.
You strike me as a bully. A misogynistic egotist of the worst sort, as well. But, my nation has spoken, somewhat emphatically, too.
Since I love my country more than I despise you, I wish you all success, and I hope, even pray, that in three or four generations you are favorably
compared with the best Presidents this country has ever had. That's a bit of crow I'll happily chew on. Given the string of recent idiots in the
White House, I don't hold out much hope, but there's still some.
Don't disappoint me, Mr. Trump. Though I'm sure my opinion on matters doesn't really matter that much to you.