Politics. Again.

Herr Trump’s campaign is starting to make the kind of mistakes that, one hopes, presage a large scale disaster. The GOP has realized that uniting in taking him down is a better use of their time than disingenuously wondering how this happened in the first place*. I’m hoping for an entertaining bloodbath at the convention in July, but unless Kasich sells his soul to the ghost of Dwight Eisenhower, it’s either gonna be Cruz or Trump getting the nomination and I just can’t trust the Democratic party to stoop to whatever depths will be necessary to keep them out of office. Not that I’m dancing at the idea of another Clinton in office**, mind you, but the lesser of three evils, you dig?

Of course, since the GOP have got themselves a lock on the legislature until the day Citizens United is overturned (fat chance) it’ll be another four years of obstructionism but better that than starting a slew of new wars within a month of the inauguration, I guess.
*These guys never read Frankenstein, did they?

**As a reformed socialist, myself, I love Sanders, but he doesn’t stand a chance.

Politics, Etc.

I watched the Wisconsin primary results with a mixture of relief, trepidation and annoyance. Relief to see the Orange Bastard finally lose a primary – and lose hard. Trepidation because he’s got such a lead that a contested convention might be too much to hope for. And annoyance because even when Sanders wins a state by double digits, the media can’t be arsed to spare him any coverage. Sure, sure, the Orange Bastard generates more clicks but, dammit, the bias in coverage has gone beyond ridiculous.

I’d love to see a floor fight at the Republican convention in July for two reasons. First, I’ve never witnessed such a thing and it might be somewhat entertaining to watch – from afar – although all the real action will be happening behind closed doors. Secondly, I’m rooting for Kasich to come out as the compromise nominee and so does he, otherwise he wouldn’t still be in the race.

July’s going to be interesting, but getting there might kill me.