Looking To Iowa

It will be interesting to see how things develop.
I watched the last Republican debate—at least a substantial bit of it, actually as much as I could stand—the one without Trump. What came clear, almost immediately, was that Cruz, Rubio, and Christie are loathsome mud-dwelling scum-bags. Really vile and really despicable. Really. Of the others, Rand Paul is defines the word loopy, and Ben Carson is sleepwalking across the poppy fields in Oz. Surprisingly, and against all my better instincts, I found Bush the most likable, and Kasich the most electable.
And that leaves Trump (if you discount all those at the kid’s table). I have come to the conclusion that he is not really capable of sustained thought. Listening to him talk I hear words, phrases, and the occasional sentence, usually repeated, but that’s it. Never a paragraph, and certainly never any sustained logically developed reasoning. I have always maintained that if you can’t speak coherently and at some length on a topic, and if you can’t write, then you can’t think.
But Trump, thoughtless as he is, remains an enigma to me. And this is because I don’t believe a thing he says. It is all a show.
So I wonder if there is there really anything underneath the orange comb-over. I don’t know. But, knowing nothing, I still like what I don’t know better than what I do—which is Cruz, Rubio, and Christie. So—hold on to your hat—I would vote for Trump over most other Republicans if I had to. Of course, I’m not a Republican, and if I were really voting on the dark side I would vote for Kasich.

Stepping into the sunlight, I love Bernie. I have always admired him, and I love his ideas. However, when the voting comes to Wisconsin, I’m punching a chad for Hillary. We need a chief executive who can do at least as much as the much maligned and much under appreciated Mr. Obama.

Bright sun. Above freezing. But treacherous waking with lots of black ice slick patches. No sign of the impending blizzard. Let it go north. Let it go north.