Watching Morning Joe on MSNBC this AM was a crepe-hanging event. Going into tonight's last presidential debate, virtually every guest thereon was happily convinced that Donald Trump had no chance of winning on November 8th ... and that he was likely to do serious damage to the Republican Party for years to come. My dolor was oppressive ... to the point where I suspected other Trump supporters might be tempted to open a vein. I'm sure that this was the program's intent ... but not entirely insidious ... for such prognosticators like to be right in the end. If things were to turn around there might not be enough free-range hens to lay enough eggs to cover all their faces.
So who am I to dispute all these talking-head experts ... or for that matter virtually all my friends and acquaintances who are either in the Hellary camp or who will blank the top of the ticket? And I won't be such a Pollyanna as to claim that polls are totally biased or will reverse themselves. But I also won't throw in the towel. I would prefer to go down in flames than to give the nod to a woman who either will not be able to serve out her four-year term ... or, even worse, will.
So I will keep marching to the different drummers ... even if their drums are muffled with black cloths.
