What do I know, and is it any of my business anyway?
Well Trump has screwed the world so it's everybody's business
Assuming Peckergate doesn't sink Trump
Which would be IRONIC and totally Just.
Then the Dems need a Candidate
Somebody who is Under 70
So Sorry Bernie and Warren
The Pocahontas Jibes would sink Warren
Nobody cares about HISTORICAL for Launches, setting only the Press cares
Average Joe just wants Bread and Butter
Or Bread and Circuses as the Romans used to say
You need a Streetfighter to beat Trump's Conceit
So Sadly it'll be a Man
A Lady against him just does not work
And a Lady just for the sake of having a Lady is never right
The Best Candidate of all is the one you must have
And I imagine the VP will be a Lady
Yes 2 Ladies against Trump would be great
But realistically it will never happen
Everybody over analises everything
So my gut says Cory Booker with Kamala Harris
Then Trump will say Cory is Gay, expect the obvious taunt
Then Trump will play his race card, he wouldn't want 2 non whites
in the White House
If you get an egotist Billionaire 3rd party
Trump will win via Electoral College again
So that's my opinion from over here in Birmingham England
Put 100dollars on the Election today
and if I'm right then you'll make money
President Cory Booker and VP Kamala Harris
and just to encourage you I knew FRANCIS would be
the name of the next Pope, but I never bet on it
By the way my own wife if from Shanghai, just in case
this is the first thing of mine you ever read.
And to the Religious Right who have welded themselves to Trump
God is for EVERYBODY, for All Faiths and None, for Beggars and Thieves,
Love is Love, whatever way it Reveals itself, for Love is a Surprise a Gift from
God himself. God's love is a feather to tickle us with, not a stick to beat us with.
Michael Casey the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England
Let There Be Light ©
By Michael Casey
Let my tears be my words
Let the candle light be my eyes
Let the flowers in bloom be my lips
Let their scent be my blood
Let the wind be my breath
Let clouds be my mood
Let children's laughter be my hope
Let widows' sighs be my conscience
Let a stranger's prayers be my delight
Let the bees be my wisdom
Let the trees be my strength
Let my patience reach to the stars
Let me be always remembered in your prayers
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