“A peaceful transition of government seems like such a small thing, but it is so powerful. It’s scary to think that some think it is a thing of the past. God help us.” -Cyndy Slovak-Barton, publisher, Hays Free Press
Well, November’s right around the corner and the election is knocking on the door like last night’s bean and cheese burrito. Our two presidential candidates are hammering away at each other like two kids playing with their Rock‘em-Sock‘em Robots. I can’t watch either candidate without popping a Prilosec and sipping on two fingers of my blood pressure medicine. I watched a few minutes of the last debate before I became totally disgusted and changed the channel to watch more respectable folks out in the Louisiana swamps hunting gators.
Y’all might be wondering whom I will vote for president. Those of y’all who regularly read my rambling rhetoric might recall I plan to write in my own name, and so far I have several other folks who will vote for me. Okay, if I just count those with a pulse, it’s only two other registered voters, but there are still a mess of undecided voters out there. I still have a slim chance at winning, and when I say slim, it’s anorexic Chihuahua slim.
