Playing It Safe....

....and only entering into political discussions with friends who share my views these days because if someone I know and love says they support -- gag -- hurts to even write the name -- so let's just say the Bully Who's Orange With Plastic Hair (BWOWPH), then I'll never be able to have the same relationship with that person again.  Yep, it's true.  Bigger than a Bush thing or a Reagan thing or even a Nixon thing.  I'm ashamed of our country, ashamed of the Republicans, who, at the core of their political beliefs, I don't hate, but I hate them now, letting this despot, this pig, this liar, this misogynist, this bigot, this racist, this divisive bully run as their candidate.  Who on Earth could have ever suspected that we'd get so far from what the Founding Fathers envisioned for our country?  And as hateful as -- gag -- I can't write his name either -- let's just say the Man Who Looks Like Grandpa Munster Whose Name Rhymes With Snooze is, at least he grew some and didn't jump on the bandwagon like all of the other ball-less jerks -- gag -- I can't even write their names, but one of them Is Very Large And Governs New Jersey and one of them is -- gag -- Speaker of the House, who both abandoned everything they ever said about the BWOWPH and now are groveling swines too.  Yuck....what a joke we are.  How shameful, how embarrassing, how...unbearably sad that there isn't someone they could have found who could actually garner respect and maybe be a good president.  Two things:  A. Canada is looking very good right now; and 2.  We won't survive World War III, which is where we're headed if this bozo BWOWPH gets anywhere near the (oh, my lord) White House (gulp).

Okay.  I can't end on that.  It's too scary.  It makes me want to go back to bed and wake up when it's all over.  So let's enjoy this, one shot of many of the opulent and marvelous Fourth of July Fireworks at Winnemac Park: