"Eat your greens."
     It's a sentence I heard as a child; I suspect many of my age and older heard it, too.  It means one should eat celery, lettuce, cabbage, and other boring foods that seem to take forever to chew.  Carrots, too, can roll around in bits inside the mouth seemingly endlessly.  Vegetables, though, are good for the body.  Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, are not.  Still, right now, I have a half-eaten bag of Cheetos Puffs in the kitchen.  I found earlier today that I couldn't stop eating them.  They seem to have been designed to make you think you're done with them, so you close and rubber band the bag, but a few minutes later you open it up again.  I've noticed that Pringles are also like this.
     Walking away from raw broccoli, for me, is very easy.
     With each primary or caucus, the remaining presidential candidates enter a state, talk their stuff, most of which we've heard before (with variations depending upon the latest twists, turns, and outrages), and then voting day comes, the news networks predict winners with one percent of the vote counted, and by then the candidates have left the state they so praised while they were there.
     What a great place!  Look at all those fresh faces!  You know, I had a great dinner at Von Torpensteiner's Bistro in beautiful downtown Anywhereville!  It's likely I'll never come back to this place again, and I won't even mention your great state and its wonderful people in my biography ghost-written sometime in the next ten years!  I don't give a fuck about any of you!  I only give this smile to those for whom I feel contempt!
     Yeah, I'm a little jaded by the political situation in America these months.  The persistence of total horseshit maintaining a steady place in the news can run any thinking person downward in mood, at times.  It's as if I've only been eating Cheetos Puffs for the last nine or ten months.  A man whose face and neck are close to the same hue as Cheetos Puffs still commands the attention of news organizations, even while he's ten percentage points behind Ted Cruz in Wisconsin (primary to be held on April 5).  Since February, when Trump enjoyed a high point (well above Cruz) in the polls in Wisconsin, his lead has dropped severely, while Cruz and Kasich have risen, with the latter currently at nine points behind Trump.  How could this be?  Why is Trump's charm decaying in Wisconsin?
     On Monday he gave three phone interviews to Wisconsin conservative radio talk show hosts, one of whom, Milwaukee's Charlie Sykes, has been for the past year a vocal critic of Trump.  That Trump's intelligence people didn't realize Sykes would give their master a tough interview (in fact, maybe the only one the billionaire bullshitter has received since he began his candidacy) indicates the low quality of minds running Trump's campaign.  Sykes gave Trump a real interview; gave him a hard time for reverting to "playground" levels when griping about Cruz and the now infamous "whose wife is more beautiful" battle.  The interview revealed Trump's utter lack of knowledge on just about everything a reasonable person should expect a presidential candidate to know.
     Trump hung up on one of the other talk radio hosts (a woman).  By then, I guess he realized this wasn't as easy or as fun as tweeting about Megyn Kelly's alleged (by him only) incompetence as a journalist.
     Any man or teenaged boy who's been in a situation with a woman or girl, in which, for whatever reason or reasons, he's unable to get off before the experience ends, can perhaps understand me when I suggest that Donald Trump is basically a perpetually unsatisfied cock.  I am not referring to his actual, by his own admission during a televised debate, "there are no problems there, believe me," sixty-nine year old possibly Cheetos Puffs-colored cock.  The unsatisfied cockness of Donald Trump, rather, is his striving, whiny personality always attempting to seize attention, to have his mistress (America) receive his semen all over the nation's face, his ultimate goal that must be denied him as surely as a sane, competent American leadership (currently non-existent) should attempt to curb, drastically, the effects of global climate change, the real apocalypse slouching towards us, a global disaster feeding right now on human stupidity.
     We need to eat our greens.  Instead, the leading Republican presidential contender has tweeted, just recently, a side by side comparison of his former model wife's face with the unflatteringly photographed face of Mrs. Ted Cruz.  That's the kind of thing that actually matters to Cock Trump.
     Let's let the world die so that Trump can satisfy his ego, and the networks can reap good ratings.
   
                                                                               Vic Neptune