Not surprised at all. The part that kills me is the idiots who actually thought a fucking wall would stop illegal immigration. If you believe a literal wall could stop illegal immigration, then I have a bridge to sell you. It was interesting to see people stick up for him and his wall idea even as the cost went from, "Very cheap, believe me" to 5 billion, to 10 billion, to 15 to 25...
And this sort of gets at what it is that really bothers me about the Trump supporters... This man actually has all of you fooled into thinking he's different from the other politicians. Hey. I'm not like these other guys. I know you. I know your struggle. I am your voice. Vote for me. Sound familiar? Every. Politician. Ever.
Pretty soon here we'll find out about all the promises he's going to break and keep. I guess time will tell.
And this sort of gets at what it is that really bothers me about the Trump supporters... This man actually has all of you fooled into thinking he's different from the other politicians. Hey. I'm not like these other guys. I know you. I know your struggle. I am your voice. Vote for me. Sound familiar? Every. Politician. Ever.
Pretty soon here we'll find out about all the promises he's going to break and keep. I guess time will tell.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
