Crawford Ranch, 2001.
Crawford Ranch, 2001.
I'm in Denver and I just saw a Hillary for President, not a Super Pac, TV ad. It was attacking Trump on foreign policy from the right. And by "right", I mean not batshit crazy.
Long, but worth the read. Italics are mine.
Hey remember when Republicans were all like "Russia is without question our No. 1 geopolitical foe" and Democrats were like, "Nuh-uh", and now it's opposite that?
"Ok, Gary Johnson, this is your moment. Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton have historic disapproval ratings. You have an impressive record both in the private and public sector. And the Libertarian Party has a cogent ideology that appeals to wide swaths of Americans. You just have to be not high for like 30-45 minutes…
Bill was a gentleman, he just stuck a cigar up her hoo-haw!
W. enters Kennebunkport compound coked out of his mind: "Hey dad, you know how you want to be president? My new friend Hinky here can help you out."
If Hillary can carry Florida it's basically impossible for Trump to win 270 electoral votes.
All the best story telling is on TV and it's not even close.
Or, you know, not 13 year olds.
Samuel Huntington: "Told ya!"
A few years ago my niece liked to carry around a grown-up book and pretend to read it. What book did she carry around? Blood Meridian.
That's The Battle Hymn of The Republic. I love that pick. It shows Democrats understand the seriousness of Trump.
Let's go to Prison is fun.
We prefer social, economic, and foreign policy conservatives (the latter of the three will find a happy home in the Clinton White House).
Everyone laughs and frame freezes as credits roll.
America in 1996 needed Steve Forbes.
What about Planet of the Apes era Charlton Heston?
Republicans had John Wayne. Democrats are still playing catch-up.