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Our wounded man is Bernie Sanders.

Eminently unqualified for the job but persistent in his belief that he could do something if he got a chance.

Look, Bernie. You are too old, too left and too late.

I admire his spunk at his age. He has a lot more than me. All that electioneering crap.

But he has to do it.

Down from the clouds and into the street.

I do not want what he is peddling either.

I have seen this old New England righteousness before only in a different style and perhaps a different leaning.

He is a hand wringer and a sob sister.

I have nothing against Socialists. It is just that there is not one of them that has any idea of how to run the machinery of government.

They are caught up in political theory, their religion.

Not unlike the deeply religious who are so stuck on the piety that they can't do anyone any good and see a world of sin rather than a world of opportunity.

So I do not want him either.

I would rather go with another oldster who knows how to do it. Joe Biden. I am still holding his cup ready. It holds my toothbrush for now. It may yet get another outing. But he says "no". But I looked in his eye and saw a reservation.

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