My son and I mulled the notion that I’ve never been so concerned about an election in which the guy we were rooting for wasn’t a guy we actually liked. Again, the lesser of two evils.
He’s a douche bag and a slippery car salesman… I disagreed with little of what he had to say, I simply don’t trust him or believe he has any intentions of doing what he said.
I’d love to be wrong…
So, in a fucked up kinda way, I’m glad Trump beat Hillary. But, it would have endeared him to me far more effectively had he done so with a baseball bat.