No Apologies

One of the great things that can happen in the life of an imaginary character in an imaginary county is for real people to complain about them. We’re sort of like Tinker Bell; If you believe we are real then we are more real. They don’t like that I wrote about the Roids, Rangs and Rants that are infecting Stump County. By the way, someone reminded me I never defined a Rant. They are Really Angry Nasty and Terrible people.

I have some friends in the real world who want me to run for President. “Half,” they say, “you have more sense than all of the halfwits already on the ballot combined. I appreciate the intent but I’m not sure that it is a compliment. It is sort of like saying “Half, your hog lot stinks less than the rest of ours.”

All I know is I am not going to vote for anybody on the ballot who is named Trump or Clinton.  Over the years I’ve been accused of some pretty nasty things and some of them are true but I’ve never stooped THAT low.

A man or woman should never leave the voting shack ashamed of his vote. You should never vote for the lesser of the evils, especially when it is impossible to tell which is the lesser evil.

All I can say is this, I don’t believe one president can destroy this great country. We’ve survived wars, epidemics and depressions. We’ve had some really bad Presidents and this country has survived.

I’m not saying the country isn’t feeling a mite poorly. I’m not saying we don’t have problems and I’m not saying we don’t need to improve. All I’m saying is the Good old U S of A is going to survive this too.