In a few hours these words will be irrelevant.
The country that I live in will have elected Hilary Clinton or Donald Trump as their President.
I write these words sat on my bed in Eagle Rock, East Los Angeles, wondering how it came to this. My wife is upset, crying in fact, let down that as a nation it has come down to Donald Trump being a candidate for presidency. We’ve seen this wretched thing transpire over the past few months and its been awful. She may have given herself an ulcer, sick with worry. Can we sue the government for that? Or the Republican party?
Bernie Sanders was always our favorite, a real agent of change for the better, a working class lad, who understands the people, not a corrupt career politician in bed with the banks and oil companies, not a billionaire idiot who’s only answer to everything is to shout meaningless nonsense and degrade women, different races, and the disabled.
So thats what it has come down to. Trump or Hilary. In a few hours we will know. We hope to god that Hilary wins because Trump seems like a villain from Sin City to me. Its like Frank Miller made him up or something. Nobody can really be that bigoted, egotistical, and vile in real life can they? Well, apparently they can, and half the country thinks he’d make a good president.
I’m not going to leave the country if this idiot wins. I’m not going anywhere.