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I am going to quit writing about the election.

Not so much because I am tired of it. I am. But because it is not very interesting.

The differences between Clinton and Trump could not be more stark.

And Trump ends up with all the negatives. Just like the polls are now finding.

I suppose that there is some danger that something could go wrong and he would end up being elected. But I would put that down somewhere next to the next sighting of Big Foot as a probability.

The biggest foot here is Trumps foot in his own mouth. Foot in mouth disease.

How about wrong footed?

There are a lot of "foot" sayings.

Another lady has materialized, this one a porn star. Not that there is anything wrong with that. But it is a bit unseemly for a married man (three times even) who already has a record of lady friends who saw the whole package.

No one has yet report on whether it is true that his endowment is a bit below the average.

What a sordid mess.

Here I am doing gutter talk. See? I am better off treating it as a foregone conclusion and if I am wrong I will move to Canada with my other friends.

Or just tough it out and write nasty shit about the man for four years.

Labels: Donald Trump