T
he presidential election is just about two months away, and like a mess of folks, I just don’t feel right about voting for either candidate. I don’t trust Hillary as far as I can throw her, and y’all know I can sling it far and wide. And Donald Trump is crazier than a snared coyote. Every time I hear Trump speaking at a podium, I think of Archie Bunker. So, whom do I vote for come November?
Well, while I was pondering over this dilemma out here at the Crow’s Nest, I found the solution to this presidential perplexity. I could select a write-in candidate instead of the current clowns, and after more pondering, I came up with the most logical choice for president: Me! That’s right! The Old Crow himself.








