Like many political junkies, I vaguely followed the alleged presidential debate recently. As ever, Trump made up a series of “facts” on the spot. January 6 was Nancy Pelosi’s fault. Trump forced big pharma to drop the price of insulin, and triumphed the huge bipartisan public demand for individual state abortion rules. Etc, etc. etc. It’s easy to look confident and in control when you have the power to rewrite history.
Old Joe didn’t have a good night. He stammered, stuttered and occasionally seemed to be lost at sea. Well, duh: he’s old. But he absolutely lost me when he insulted alley cats.
I hang out with an alley cat. Hollywood can be demanding, but she doesn’t lie about it. She often complains, but doesn’t make a living out of being a victim. She seems to know what she doesn’t know, and is comfortable and up front with her ignorance. She may be a scaredy cat, but she doesn’t whine about how bad her home is.
And Biden had the nerve to suggest Trump has the morals of an alley cat. Oh, I wish.
But Sierra County will vote for the rapist who tried to engineer a coup to stay in power. They will vote for the businessman so bad he lost money owning a casino. They will vote for the cheat who is on the hook for over $400 million in the State of New York.
I guess Hollywood the alley cat gets my vote.