The search for perfection (in an election year)

I couldn’t tell you where it started, the notion that a candidate running for office has to meet ALL the criteria you put on them. I have seen this especially with presidential candidates and now that I think about it the search for perfection goes back further than these recent years.
Unfortunately, we have a two-party system, something many of the founding fathers never wanted for the country, and with a two-party system you end up with opposing views and these two sides trying to make sure they are as far away from their opponents as they can be. Until recently we didn’t now how far people were willing to go in either direction, the Republicans created the Tea Party (or tea baggers as I like to call them) and on the left there is a socialist movement that has been growing since Occupy Wallstreet. Occasionally you hear somebody referring to themselves as a centrist but the media can’t make money on a person who is agreeable, while most of the nation’s voters ride the line in the center.
I had issues with this perfect candidate idea over the years, disliking John Kerry because he sounded like Dubya Bush but wearing a different suit and tie. John McCain could have had my vote if he had not lost his mind with the poor choice of his running mate. Dean had his scream. Gore’s wife couldn’t keep her hands off my record collection. Dubya was caught on tape saying he didn’t care about black churches. And the list goes on and on.
These days I support Andrew Yang, no this post isn’t about Yang I’m just using this to make a point. I had people say “I want to like him but….” Then out of the 76 policies posted on Yang’s website they will pick one or two and say “I can’t support this.” So, I would have to assume you are in favor of the other 74 polices? This is where I lose my mind. After an election with the two worst candidates ever to have run for office people are still nit picking over stupid polices that in all odds will never see the light of day even if Yang, or Gabbard, or Bernie made it into office. How many policies did Obama get through before his administration was tied down in patrician bullshit? One.
There are things I like about the other candidates. Warren wants to break up the big tech companies and after a hellish six months of trying to cancel my Sprint service I would prefer she burned them to the ground and brought back oil lamps. Gabbard wants us to stay out of foreign wars and stop making money for companies who profit on war, right on man. Bernie, well Bernie, ugh Bernie is old and I don’t know what he wants to do anymore or what he could accomplish in the five minutes he would live after getting into office. Beto has been playing the wallflower at the high school class presidential election kegger, refusing to piss anybody off.
These people will be in my face non-stop for the coming year until they start dropping like flies. Even Joe Biden is having a hard time managing his sexual harassment charges. I have to say if a picture is a thousand words, then the videos I watched of Biden recently are thousands of creepy words.
With all these things I liked I still had to choose one. How did I manage to narrow it down? I picked the guy that spoke with the least amount of bullshit. I don’t agree with everything that Yang says. There are policies that I am not sure about or agree with. While Yang is not perfect he is the best candidate I have found for me. Some people may call this “selling out” or “settling” which makes it sound like we are dating these people. I don’t believe I am in some kind of puppy love state of mind. I would like to think this is a rational choice that I have made and free from some partisan crap. Hell, Yang isn’t even a politician.
I’m going to stay away from the “lesser of two evils” cop out that we often hear. This is more about being an adult and making adult choices. Most people don’t pay attention until there are only two options. Maybe it’s the stress of having too many options like shopping in a super market with fifty different choices of tomato soup. Or maybe it’s the fatigue of constantly being lied to over the years and no longer wanting to participate. Or maybe its because they can’t find anybody who is perfect.
Plato once talked about the idea of perfection, the apple you see in your mind that you will never find because the apple you imagine is flawless, and yet when you find an apple, regardless of all its flaws you still bite into it and enjoy it.
You will never find a perfect candidate. It’s like shopping on Match.com and when you do find that special someone there are things they either lied about or completely left out, bad credit, mental illness, crazy ex-boyfriend that might kill you. In any case, people have closets and they tend to hide things in them from their guests.
When I visit a person’s place for the first time, I tend to glance at the book shelf or DVD collection. Harder to do these days with people reading on kindles and subscribing to Netflix. There is a lot to learn about a person by seeing what they decide to put into their heads. Trump doesn’t read. That is all I needed to know.
Recently there was a discussion about Yang not making a statement on transgender something something day. I have no idea what day this is, whether or not it’s a real holiday, or if it was made up for people to become angry about when it’s not talked about. Personally, I don’t care. You won’t find me shoving Black History Month in everyone’s face or crying about Valentine’s Day. Supporters of Yang brought this up and there was a positive uproar in response. Positive because there was a backlash of people asking “what is really important?” I couldn’t agree more. Yang didn’t send out a tweet or make an announcement on television saying “yay, it’s chicks with dicks day!” most likely he was on the road traveling to his next interview or rally. Maybe he was sleeping because he has been on the road since last year. The social justice calendar might have been lost among all the other things he has been dealing with. I was happy to see that most supporters of Yang either didn’t care he missed a fake holiday or supported him not talking about it. The person who posted the question said they were concerned about if he really cared about the LGBTQLMNOP community or if it was made up. I think those people have more to be concerned about than if someone said “hi” on TV.
Yang isn’t perfect and if people are trying to point out his flaws by missing a day that most people didn’t know about than I am glad to keep him as my guy. I’m waiting for the next version of 50 Shades of Grey (Biden’s Bondage) to be released and be forced to hear all the juicy details of his sexual misconduct. Gabbard is too relaxed to not have a medical card for some “herbs.” Bernie might slip in the tub a few more times. Yang isn’t perfect, but I haven’t found anything that I can’t accept.

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Yang Gang Party in the Greenhouse Loft

I wasn’t familiar with the Greenhouse loft, a wedding venue that was being used for the rally in Chicago. From the outside it looked like a small place but had enough parking for the people coming from out of town. I assumed from the people who were attending the rally that most of them used public transportation, uber, or walked. As I pulled into the garage, I could see a long line of people being checked in, using their cell phones to show the ticket issued to them while I had my tree killing piece of paper.
Being the odd ball at events like these I stuck out like a sore thumb. Wearing a long beard for the purpose of hunting as opposed to the well-groomed hipster crowd I appeared to be the low-class outsider with a cowboy hat on. My North Face Jacket had seen better days and my leather shoes were covered in mud, something the people of Chicago had not seen in a long time.
As the event hall filled up, I kept looking at my clock wondering why it was already running an hour late. Then I was reminded that Chicago is an hour behind and my phone had not adjusted for the time change. A staffer came over and told me the restaurant next door was serving food and drinks for the event. A person could buy a beer at a Yang Rally. Bernie was never this cool. For $5 I picked up a small IPA and slowly sipped the hoppy beverage wondering if it was a good idea if I was driving afterwards. Still time was on my side and I waited.
In the lobby a table was set up where they sold Yang merchandise. Shirts, posters and books were on display and although I had already read Yang’s book the sign said “have Yang sign your book.” I knew one of two things would happen. I would be face to face with hang with nothing for him to sign or I would buy the book and wouldn’t be able to get close to him. On the off chance of a third option I bought a copy and considered it a donation to his campaign.
The crowd waited. The room was packed. The body heat from the crowd hovered over the room and pulsed down on us like a heat lamp in an incubator. Impatience like an egg was about to crack when a girl took the stage asking us to be patient. More people were still coming into the building and the overflow rooms were filling up fast. The man in charge of the Chicago Yang Gang could have passed at a Chicago version of Zach De La Roche with bushy hair and having the crowd chant Yang’s name gearing us up for the main event.
A local teacher took the stage to talk about Yang’s policies, hands shaking and voice stumbling over words I could tell he wasn’t used to such a large crowd of adults paying attention to him. Then came the head of Yang’s campaign, a young man who had been in charge of his schedule from the beginning. He was stalling. The unprepared gibberish lasted long enough for Yang to come out on stage and the crowd forgot about the waiting that had taken place for two and a half hours.
“Andrew Yang, Andrew Yang, Andrew Yang!!!” the crowd hollered as the man took stage. Yang gave high fives to the crowd before saying “Andrew Yang, Chant my name.” It was at this point Yang had the full attention of the crowd. He moved through his talking points like a professional while cracking jokes along the way. At one point, Yang said “I was told I had to go outside of DC to make this issue big enough for politicians to pay attention to. It sounded like a challenge to me so you know what I said, I accept your fucking challenge.” It was this kind of honesty that had drawn me to Yang from the beginning. His no bullshit stance on what was happening across the country and not lying about how to fix it. I finally learned that day what MATH stands for now, Make America Think Harder. I don’t know if this is a good thing or not. If there is one thing that I know about blue collar America its that the last thing they want to do is think more about anything. Put a television in front of them, have a talking head tell them what they want to know, and make sure their bills are paid. That is all they want while people stay off their lawns, anything else is too much for them to bare.
Yang left the stage and disappeared for a bit. The crowd wasn’t sure where to go as we were promised the opportunity to meet Yang, shake hands, and have our books signed. For twenty minutes we hung around the entryway and waited, then the crowd broke and flooded into the overflow room where Yang was standing against the wall surrounded by bodyguards, large black bodybuilding linebackers who could crush a watermelon with their bare hands. I stood to the side hoping to weave my way inside but the crowd was too dense. Phones flashed, books flew through the air, Yang’s MATH hat disappeared and reappeared in the crowd as the minutes passed. Then like, a Kardashian leaving an abortion clinic, Yang was ushered through the crowd, the bodyguards creating a plow tossing people aside and moving Yang to the back door for the fund-raising dinner organized immediately afterwards. I waved my book around, tried to catch his eye but it was a lost cause. Time and luck had run out and my chance was gone. Yang disappeared and the only option I had was to go to my car, find the Old Town Ale House and wallow in my pity about an over-priced book and never being able to shake his hand. Alas, there was still more to enjoy.
To be continued…

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Yang Gang Driving

Chicago is currently an hour behind Michigan due to daylight savings time. This comes in handy when there are traffic backups and other issues that may occur. I don’t remember the last time I went on a road trip like this. I know people who do these trips all the time. Ann Arbor, Detroit, Chicago, hell I know one guy that drove to California and spent time in Big Sur. As for me, I am the Bilbo Baggins of Kalamazoo, I don’t seek adventure and stay home where I am comfortable. Somehow, I was pulled to Chicago and on a whim decided to make the trip.
I had three goals for this trip, go to the Yang Rally, visit the Old Town Ale House, and meet YouTube star Ziggynumnums, also known as Jake. The Yang rally was a given, the closest location Yang was coming to Kalamazoo it was too good to pass up and see if this man was really the no bullshit candidate, I heard him to be. The ale house is one of the last places Bourdain visited for his show Parts Unknown in the United States. A friend of mine had gone there a few months ago and as he put it “you could feel him there.” As for Jake, both of us have YouTube channels and comments on each other’s videos. We have traded things in the past, sent gifts, and he won my contest on my channel where he received a pipe, book, and several tobacco samples. I was hoping to meet the man on the trip.
I filled my gas tank on Westnedge Avenue which cost me $2.95 a gallon and I have yet to figure out why the price jumped by almost a dollar in a day. I cleaned my car the day before and made sure that the fluids were topped off, the tire pressure was correct, and all the lights worked. My vehicle was ready to go.
Driving west, I passed by my old stomping grounds of the vineyards on the south west Michigan wine trail and at some point, past Bridgeman, my car felt like it was off roading. The constant thumping and vibrating in the front end had me thinking a tire was low. Maybe I had run over a nail or something lese was going on. I switched lanes and the road smoothed out. The roads in Michigan are shit.
Indiana sucks too. This has been a point of conversation lately and while I would like to think our neighbors to the south are civil, they did vote in Mike Pence and have really strict laws when it comes to visiting their breweries. Indiana is the eastern version of Christian Sharia Law, to the west we have Utah. In many places people under the age of 21 are not allowed inside the building, even if they serve food. When my wife and I went to a brewery in Goshen a woman flipped out when my daughter crawled under the brass bars separating the restaurant portion of the place from the bar. When a state is run by children, they will treat the adults like children.
If it is your first time driving to Chicago from Michigan there is something you should be prepared for. In Indiana there is a toll road. The price is $1 and while you think to yourself it isn’t much one should wonder what they do with that money. Upon leaving the toll booth one must dodge pot holes, fox holes, fissures, fault lines, and craters. Indiana takes your money and who knows where it goes after that. I guess they are too busy being concerned about gays and people walking into buildings with other adults.
The price goes up from there. $2.40 at the next toll road and once you cross the bridge into Chicago its $5.30. Besides gas it cost almost $10 one way to go to Chicago.
There is one species of driver that should be feared among all others. The Chicago drivers is an aggressive animal that thinks speed limits are a suggestion, turn signals are optional, and knows the four corners of their cars like the back of their hand. I watched minivans, Porsche, diesel pickup tricks drive through traffic coming inches away from causing massive traffic accidents. I kept my car at 70 on cruise control and watched people pass by going anywhere from 90 to 100+ mph and having been here before I didn’t think too much of it. while in the city people tested out their cars ability to go from 0-60 in a few seconds at every intersection. Being stuck at an intersection with traffic flowing nonstop I had to try this level of insanity on my own and successfully pulled out into traffic without a honking horn that I would have heard in Kalamazoo. What is rude in Michigan is normal in Chicago and the people behind me were likely happy I discovered my inner asshole.
On the highway, with the sears tower straight ahead and the skyline wrapped around me traffic came to a halt. There was an accident up ahead and five minutes later I would drive by the semitruck that had exploded, no joke, exploded to the point where the cab was gone, the frame was all that was left with melted tires and the trailer half melted and the back half covered in carbon. I had never seen anything like it.
The rest of the trip was stop and go traffic. The Greenhouse Loft was right off the highway and free parking was available in the basement. When I pulled up to the entrance a security guard came to the door and asked “are you here for the rally?” I pointed to my Yang pin and answered yes. He put a piece of paper on the windshield and I drove inside. I had survived Michigan roads, mad max drivers, exploding trucks, and highway bandits. Hot damn I made it.
To be continued…

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Getting on the Yang Train

Today I head to Chicago where I will be observing a Yang rally in the Green House Loft in Old Town. It’s a two hour drive one way and while I would like to turn this into some kind of windy city fear and loathing style adventure, I am going on this trip alone. There is no lawyer coming along. The trunk won’t have anything besides a spare tire and an emergency bag incase some shit goes down. No, this will be a professional series where I will share what happened, what was shared, and finish the day with a beer at the Old Town Ale House across the street from the Second City Comedy Club.
Yang has made some headway since the first time I talked about him or heard him on the Joe Rogan podcast. Major news media outlets are starting to mention him. There has been talk about Bernie considering him as VP if he receives the nomination. Personally, I think the VP slot is a pipe dream that others are pushing for the hope that Bernie might have it pass by his ears, but we can still have hope.
The first debate will make or break Yang. He’s busy these days, driving, speaking, and sleeping non-stop as he constantly moves through the country passing his message along. I don’t know how he does it. How hasn’t he put on trucker style weight? Where are the bags under his eyes? Why is he always chipper? The man who is fighting the robot horde could in fact be a robot, the trojan horse of the coming economic overhaul we all fear. Maybe we have already received clues as to the robots walking among us. There was the “Dancish” contestant who performed gravity defying stunts on stage for America’s Got Talent. Sex bots are on the market. Robo calls sound like humans. The list goes on and on with no end in sight.
Yang is a man with a drive. If you listen to his story, he has been doing this kind of thing since he graduated from college. It takes a certain skill, a talent to keep going under these circumstances. Like an Asian Batman Yang is proving to not be the candidate we want, but the candidate we deserve.
More to come…

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The Usual Suspects

2020 is coming, too soon if you ask me. It’s not the year itself I have a problem with, it’s the barrage of political B.S. we will have to put up with by people running for office. Before I stopped watching/ listening to the news I noticed there were almost twenty people fighting to be the person to run against Trump. Out of everyone there was only one that I could see having a chance and he is not the guy that the media is pushing. This post isn’t about Andrew Yang, instead it’s about our weird marriage between news media and politics.
The Berning question you might have, see what I did there, is why not support Bernie? He was the guy that would have beat Trump back in 2016, the guy that should have received the nomination over Hillary Clinton but was bent over and plowed by his own party. Why can’t I back Bernie? He didn’t have the balls to stand up to his own party. His loyalty is in the wrong place and while loyalty can be a great trait to possess, to continue to engage in a relationship with a group that stabs you in the back, bends you over, and humiliates you in front of the world, if you are unable to learn what the true nature of a group is after experiencing such a betrayal then how the hell are you going to stand up against another party or another country? Bernie was my guy but he bitched out in the end.
When I heard Kamala Harris was running I rolled my eyes and shook my head. A professional liar, I mean lawyer, was the last thing we needed. She has changed her position on policies more than the number of people she sexually harassed while working as prosecuting attorney in the state of California. You don’t pay out 3 million in settlements when you are innocent.
Cory Booker is running and the only thing I know about him is that he is having sex with Rosario Dawson. Dude, I think you have better things to do than run for president. Enjoy your life.
Elizabeth Warren is an embaressment to herself. She took a DNA test to prove that she is part Native American and fail that test. When Trump became president she was formidable with his appointments to his cabinet but in the end she approved unqualified people and played along with his perverted agenda. Another betrayal.
Surfer babe, Tulsi Gabbard has not impressed anyone with a poorly stated message and coming off as “too chill” in my book. Tulsi is the stereotypical hot babe who is easy to look at but hard to listen to. A veteran of the middle east wars I have respect for her when it comes to serving the country but I have to say maybe it should stop there.
The rest of the group is a bunch of white men and women who already have weird scandals that I’m m starting to believe were fabricated to bring attention to their dying campaigns. The whole thing is a joke.
I found my guy early on and people love pointing out that it is the longest of long shots and I am fine with that. When I point out that Obama came out of nowhere, I receive weird rebuttals that border on racist without crossing the line. From one white person to another, I know what you’re really saying.
This time around I’m going to follow my guy, Andrew Yang and enjoy the ride as long as it last. If he gets a shot at the white house I’ll tune in and see what happens. When he is out of the race, so am I. I want something different, I want to have something real in this country. While we still have ancient turtles like Bitch McConnell keeping the country in a constant spiral down a toilet poop chute I have little hope of any change in this country. We need a plague and it can have the initial outbreak in the capital building. Nature may abhor a vacuum but an artist cannot create a masterpiece without a blank canvas.
I want to be excited. I want to wake up and hear what new breakthrough has happened. What has changed for the better. Instead, what we get is a flaccid, stagnant, impotent government that is too lazy to do anything but jerk each other off. The weather outside today is how the last couple of years have been, a dark dreary cool wet day with a lack of sunlight to have things grow and too cold to enjoy and one has no ambition to venture outside because of the dogshit on the lawn. We are all stuck in a bubble of our own making and until we build up the courage to go outside and face the fake boogiemen of our days that we will never end up having a better place to live.

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Why I’m Voting for Andrew Yang

I have to admit that I rolled my eyes when I read the Joe Rogan episode description with another Democrat running for president. Out of curiosity I decided to spend two hours at work listening to Andrew Yang. For those two hours I waiting to hear something that didn’t make sense, something that would make me hit the stop button and go back to my audiobook, and it didn’t happen. Andrew Yang is the one person who knows what they are talking about, and isn’t a fossil. If there is someone who could point out to the public that Trump hasn’t done what he said he would do it is this man.
Who is Andrew Yang? Born to immigrant parents from Taiwan, Andrew went to law school and quit his profession after five months to explore becoming an entrepreneur. Later he would start a company that helps young people out of college start their own companies in areas that had seen massive job losses over the years such as Detroit.
Years ago, Andrew noticed the rise in automation and went to congressmen to asked what they were planning to do about massive job loss. The response was, “We can’t talk about that.” If government isn’t willing to do anything about it, and if silicone valley is speeding up the creation of self-driving vehicles and warehouses that work on their own then who was going to step up and figure out solutions to these problems? Andrew Yang.
I have a daughter who will be two years old in May. I look at where we are as a society, economy, and where we might be heading. Ten years from now when Zoey comes to me and ask what she should be when she grows up, I will have no idea what to tell her. When I was starting college the question was, what is the job market lacking? I heard many things from nurse, graphic designer, and police officer. While I was in school these jobs were flooded with people who had already graduated leaving people with a degree in their hands and a huge pile of debt to repay. An overabundance of graphic designers led to people working cheap to have jobs and work long insane hours with little to show at the end.
Where does Andrew Yang fit into this? He has two sons that he doesn’t have answers for. When he described the future economy and not knowing what the world will look like for them it was like he had taken the words right out of my head. This was a guy who had the same concerns that I had, the only difference, he could possibly do something about it.
I’m not going to talk about the Freedom Dividend or healthcare for all. When it comes to his policies I would suggest listen to his interviews on Joe Rogan or Sam Harris. Hell, he even makes the Fox news host perk up when he responds with answers they can’t refute. I thought one of them was about to have a panic attack when his only response was “this is socialism” and Yang countered the argument only to hear “that’s wrong.” The old white man had no response, he had been bested by Yang.
The last time that I donated to a political party was the first time Obama ran for office. I was tired of war and wanted something to change. This time around I have to say I’m tired of feeling like there is no future for myself or my daughter. Everyday is the same, life does not get any better. In the words of Jack Nicholson “What if it doesn’t get any better than this. What if this is as good as it gets?” I can’t accept that answer and nobody should settle on that. But hey, we are all different and maybe you like where you are at in your life. Personally, I could do with less bullets flying by my house, cops kicking in the neighbor’s doors, and schools that constantly fail the simplest of test. I’m not saying that Yang has answers for everything, although sometimes it appears that way. What I’m saying is that we can at least put somebody in office who would make a legitimate effort to improve peoples lives and when we see the backlash of a party or certain people who get in his way, vote them the fuck out. I’m tired of old people who grew up with Walter Cronkite on the news and have no idea what life is like today. From my understanding some of these people do not understand what the internet is. There is time for a change. If you want the opposite of Donald Trump or the rest of the republican party and main stream democrats than there really isn’t any other choice, pick the Asian American guy who is good at math, looks at the facts, and makes money in business instead of filing for bankruptcy. Ask yourself, what the hell do we have to lose? Then ask yourself, what is it that we have to gain?

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Mosin vs. Voting (or) Who Really Won the Coldwar?

I own not one, but two, Mosin-Nagant rifles. At one time i thought this was the ultimate symbol of winning the Cold-War. The spoils heading to the American market at a cheap price and sitting in the racks of the victors. That was how I used to think about this.

It has become apparent that while the Berlin Wall fell and the USSR fell apart the repercussions have been the revenge of using free market capitalism as the ultimate weapon. While the US trades stocks, bonds, commodities and people in the free market the Russians have learned how to manipulate every aspect of our system. let’s step back for a bit.

In most of the world the governments of most countries will dictate policies to protect the welfare of the people and companies. Countries like China and Russia are great examples, who have the ability to directly manipulate markets at a moment notice. When the Asian markets crashed in 2009 the Chinese government stepped in and dumped a ton of money into the market, devalued the Yen, and balanced the loss in less than a day. meanwhile, in the US, congress had to rush together, debate a bill, kiss the ass of Wall Street, and eventually do something that would eventually work, over the next 8 years. This is the difference between a functioning government and a country taken over by a religious idea. That is what the free market is, a religious idea. With the rise of the conservative right during the Reagan years, the idea that the markets need to be unregulated and left alone returned as the survivors of the Great Depression died off leaving a group of adolescent buffoons to run the country. These ideas ruled the day before and created the greatest economic disaster the world had ever seen. Sadly, Republicans don’t read much, not history and not the bible.

The national debt hit 21 trillion dollars this week, the first time ever in the nations history and every day is a new total debt that is a first in our history. this is not an amount that will be paid back by my generation or the next but my grand kids will still be trying to pay off this huge pile of festering feces. 21 trillion dollars and what did we get out of it? 2 wars. thousands dead and that is just on our side. Bailed out banks. The list goes on and on. While following this religion of free market capitalism we were blind to see the soft underbelly that we had created. the supreme court declared that corporations were people and could use their money has free speech. I think Putin was listening. companies were hired, adds were placed, fake accounts were started, and like the suckers we are we voted for the worst possible choice on the ballot. so while I sit here with my Mosin-Nagants thinking we had the spoils of war the real spoils was beating us at our own game. Globalization and free trade came crashing down around us and we were powerless to fight it. The system is broken and the people in power are the same ones that continue to say it will correct itself. “Just leave it alone and it will straighten out.” I have never had a car with a strange sound just straighten itself out. Eventually there is a louder noise, a crunch or whining sound, then the smoke appears. Our car is slowly coming to a stop on the side of an abandoned highway with no one in sight to helps us. We will be stranded on the side of the rode because we let dad, who isn’t a mechanic by the way, drive the car and continue to tell us nothing is wrong. all of this after stopping at a commie gas station, hey it’s a free market after all, and Putin put sand in the gas tank and drained the oil from the pan.

Things need to change, and if the gun control debate has shown us anything it’s that congress has no plans to change anything any time soon. The Cold-War never ended. the names changed and the players may have new faces but the old problems of the last century still haunt us today. the only difference is that the Russians continued to learn and became better at this game than we have. While the US has continued playing checkers all over the globe the Russians continued to play a long game of Chess and had their checkmate with the 2016 election.

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