You see a wrinkle-faced crippled young man hopelessly hobbling along an uneven sidewalk in a driving rain.
Immediately you are reminded of a herd of sycophants.
They are the never-mind voters, inherently angry types who derive their news from Saturday Night Live. Blindly following scripted directions, they cast their ballots for hopeless Hillary, her gross violations of law notwithstanding.
The left is known for its consistently mean-spirited deliberate distortions of current events. Such me-too performances force you to wonder about their sadly impoverished lives.
Leftists and their followers are like a failed, or faked, comedy act:
Wracked by incurable self-importance, as modeled in the White House, they don’t leave the stage because they can’t remember which side is the exit path.
Hillary voters remind you of a breakout of warts with their closely scripted imitations of each other.
Allergic to criticism and clear thinking, me-too Hillary voters use the same words in the same order with the same accents.
They are not allowed to incur any alterations. It is like watching someone die. Again. And again.
I was reminded of this childish acting-out again this morning. In the Los Angeles Times, two more ladies, almost as if they were copying each other’s letters, sprinkled their juvenile tantrums across the letters page.
Who cares who voted for the morally challenged Hillary or the guiding light promised by fresh Donald Trump?
The election has been over for almost two months. You should have been over, too. Sets a poor example for children. Or was that the goal?
