Trump’s protectionist economics would cut off both of my legs.
Future generations may ask, “What did they do when the ice caps melted?”
Well, the poor swam for their lives, and the wealthy took a cruise.
The Presidential candidates seem to have forgotten that they have applied for the job of leading us. I sure wish they would each quit telling me what they think of the other, don’t you?
Trump and Clinton both present visions of America that fill me with fear: a fear that drives me to isolation, or the fear of engagement. If a life of fear is inevitable, then I must choose my fear.