I Have More than a Hunch that…

There is a relevant statistical difference between those who supported Donald Trump and his cave-man era right-wing antics, and those who supported Kamala Harris and her higher IQ crowd of more sophisticated thinkers and doers. If true , we would expect to find many more foul-mouthed, illiterate, ass-scratching, nose-picking, whiskey-drinking, morons in the Trump camp; and more educated, professionals, that bathe regularly, who design and build computer models, fly modern jet airplanes, perform brain-surgery, and don’t land in jail after a night on the town, or out and about making and drinking moonshine, and having sex with their next of kin.

The Harris voters would also show a greater compassion for humanity, would be more understanding; kinder, more caring, more forgiving, and would be better citizens. They would support science, progress on many fronts for humanity, and goodwill around the world.

In contrast the Trumpers are book burners, they would rather spread diseases than get vaccinated, would wipe their asses on their face masks; would find invading Greenland, Denmark, and the Panama Canal zone appealing ideas; would annex Canada without Canadian support; would abandon NATO and its 70 years of keeping the world relatively safe. And probably number one on their list, they would change the name of the Gulf of Mexico to the Gulf of America. It's the best way they know about how to “Make America Great Again?”

In support of pursuing the bits of intelligence that come in dribs and drabs, we would likely want to be prepared to make some changes to our entire voting system, and stop the flow of $4 billion every day to the top 10 per centers, unearned and untaxed.

We might want to expand our economy by serious injections of new money into circulation so that we all might share in the prosperity that we helped to create.

To help with NATO’s balance of payments, we could sell them a new fleet or modern fighter/bombers, cruise missiles, and a missile intercept network that would put Putin, Xing, and Un and others on alert that we can knock their 1960s era missiles back into the Stone Age as rubble to pave the way for their next war.

Well, I could go on, but I like to keep my compositions to no more than a page to accommodate the reading habits and abilities of those few critics who dare to challenge me with regurgitated lies emanating from body openings better left covered.