I dreamed of Donald Trump last night. In my dream he broke into a meeting I was in, or lecture I was watching --you know how dreams are. Anyway, I was sitting on the front row in a metal-fordable chair when Mr. Trump busted in and barked an order to me and the guy sitting next to me as he handed us each 2 lottery scratch-off tickets and said something like, "Write me what happens."
Well, next thing I knew I was cashing in the winning tickets wondering what to write?
Okay, so yes, I do have to analyze this dream. Here goes:
I am feeling guilty for the thoughts I've had on immigration lately. That is to say, I have always welcomed foreigners. I mean, being half-Jew (the half that don't count), I've always felt like a foreigner wherever I went and so, have felt at home around foreigners. Unfortunately, I remember thinking the other day how frustrated I was with all the Spanish being spoken today from people who are not at all interested in learning Eng…
So Hurricane Patricia is the biggest, baddest, strongest hurricane to ever hit the Western Hemisphere, of course that has about as much to do with climate change as the lack of gun law does gun violence... or as Jeb Bush says, "Stuff Happens." Isn't it time we stopped buying their conservative, head-in-the-sand For Jesus bull shit and take the world back! Yes, climate change is real and guns do give pimple-faced punks a means of killing they shouldn't have.
Okay, so in reading today's news headline: Clinton dismisses Benghazi 'conspiracy theories'
I finally found myself excited about the 2016 election.
Here's what Ms. Hillary said: “I think it’s pretty clear that whatever they might’ve thought they were
doing, they ended up becoming a partisan arm of the Republican National
Committee with an overwhelming focus on trying to — as they admitted —
drive down my poll numbers,”
Fucking A Right Ms. Hillary. You go girl with your bad self. No longer am I trapped to watching Donald Trump throw a wrench into the political system just because it stinks. Now I have hope again. What? Yeah, the thing the Mean Party hates.