Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Vote Hillary, For Christ's Sake.

Tonight's of those nights when it’s worrying to check the Internet.

I can't bear the thought of waking up to the news that Trump is US president. I can’t even understand how we’ve reached the point when a man with such obvious glaring faults and ignorance could be the best Republican candidate. I watched all three presidential debates and it was painfully evident that he’s incapable of making a cogent point; his sentences veer this way and that without reaching an end that relates to their beginning. He’s a bully, a sexist and a fantasist, who needs to be told that the true meaning of the word ‘rigged’ isn’t just 'something you don't agree with'.

I only hope the people of America see sense, but then I’d hoped the same with us during the EU referendum. That happened to land on the same day as a Mostly Comedy with the left-leaning Norman Lovett and Stewart Lee on the bill, which lulled me into a false sense of security, only to wake the following day to a shitstorm of a result; apparently the sound-bite “take back control” meant more to the 51.9% who voted to Leave than any facts and figures thrown at them.

Perhaps the only positive potential by-product of the Brexit debate is it might make any apathetic US citizens who are considering staying at home rather than voting for Hillary to get out and make their vote count. Each one matters. We can’t let a coiffured cunt with a penchant for back-combing and hair lacquer one of the most powerful people on the planet. I tell you what's most terrifying of all: he makes his UK Apprentice counterpart Alan Sugar look like a well-rounded individual.

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