Clinton.

One for the choir in the echo chamber...
I've had a couple of mates contact me in private, of late, ranting about Clinton. So I'll put this out there, hopefully for the last time, to ward off any further ulcer-inducing, headfucking dialogues. Why are we concerned from twelve thousand miles away? It's simple. All politics is compromise because no two people are alike, let alone any two families, households, streets, suburbs, states, nations... You get the picture. Everyone is fighting with one hand tied behind their back. So what happens in the States affects everyone in the west, the east, the north and the south.
Clinton? I like her. I want her in. I loved Gillard and I have deep respect for Clinton that may grow or it may not. But she will get in. The avalanche of anti-Clinton stuff is for the most part veiled sexism of the most derisive and populist order. Seriously, you look at your partners and think shit like that? Fuck off. "No, I'm not! I wouldn't care if she WAS a man! She's the antichrist and her track record parallels that of Elizabeth Bathory, Genghis Khan and Alan Greenspan combined!'"
You're awfully focused exclusively on her in ways that I've never known you to be in all our years of friendship - even for the (war) criminals, lackeys and Wall Street flunkies we've had here in Oz over recent decades. Are you sure you're not just a little, teeny-weeny bit scared of some healthy and long overdue pussy-power? "But she's a criminal and a Wall Street drudge." So are you if you trace your paycheque and leisure time activities back far enough. So am I. Show me a better way. An historical entity where we are free to ride our high horses and live in our unblemished glass houses? But I must warn you, if any fucker mentions Auroville or any of its lath and plaster analogues, please kill me now.
Trump. He's a despicable prick. Possibly with a coke addiction if the debate was anything to run with. As with Abbott, you're not betting against Labor, you're betting for Abbott. The same goes for the whole Clinton/Trump thing. And if that's your bag, then so be it but if it's not...?
And finally, "But I thought you were a Sanders man!"
No sooner would Sanders be in than every daft, whiney twat would be pegging stones at him too because skeletons. Because that nasty word compromise again. And because- Well? Because real world. Sanders is an idea. The best of Sanders is the best of us. The best of Clinton. The best, perhaps, even of Trump. And Sanders may yet see the light of day. But if not him, the idea is good and robust and will break through eventually.
So again, I ask, don't. Please. Just don't. Not with me, leastwise. You're better than that. Fuck it, we all are.
Time for a cup of tea and a lay down.

Stop your sobbing.