It can be suggested, since I just did, that political candidates try to invoke ones notions of a father, and now mother. To get us to identify with familiar protection and care. But not the listening kind, not the compromise and mutual regard kind like on Super Nanny. It is the do it or else kind, do it or else die at 3 o’clock in the morning kind. And I had a stepmother of that kind!

I suppose a president should know better, but we have just seen how little one need know to rule “The greatest nation like on earth like.” Reading or positioning emotions as the reasons for decision making and asking your “experts” what you are supposed to think; can’t anyone really do it the Republican way? Put the wolves in charge of the chicken house, and at least for a while, count on having some good omelets, or investments.

Of course mention Jesus! That goes without saying, like kissing babies and having a flag fest.

The one decided nominee acts like it is vacation or internment time from intellectual land, that the usual duty of that party to follow its leader will quite possible follow him right to the oval office. Many a good card game will probably ensue from the stranded caboose of the straight talking express, since the rails will have been removed for safety’s sake.

Then we have the lecturing, relentless in your face schoolmarm. She already knows it all from experience, and probably a life of lecturing someone. She is a take charge kind of guy, who at three o’clock in the morning will get on the other phone to her husband. At least that is how the campaign seems. He was not only a chick magnet apparently, but now a media one as well. In this circus he gets to send up the balloons to see which way the wind blows.

But has he morphed into a meteorologist of sorts, or a clown?

Witness now; the greatest show on earth!

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