In 2015 I had a dream…
I dreamed that Hillary Clinton could become the President of the free world. Not on the basis of her obvious merit, qualifications and competence, of course.
The world was far too irony poisoned for sincerity to win the day.
What Hillary had to do was be the most notorious candidate in the field.
No small ask when her opponent would be Donald Trump (this show was cooked up and a minor sensation in New York before Trump had even put his hat in the ring).
Her only path to the White House involved taking a younger man as her Young Lover.
The scandal, the headlines, the rexeets (or retweets as they were then).
All I had to do was get her attention.
The free world cannot stand if I fail again.
