America at a critical political crossroads

America at a critical political crossroads..., nevertheless hope springs eternal, especially after listening to Vice President Kamala Harris and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz speak at the The Liacouras Center 1776 North Broad Street, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19121 on the evening of August sixth, two thousand and twenty four. The team of aforementioned able bodied, minded and spirited Democratic candidates infused the packed house wife fore husbanding gusto with unbridled optimism analogous to a religious revival meeting minus the heavy dose of preaching offering a refreshing alternative to the diabolic, shambolic, and vitriolic wickedness. heaped out courtesy Donald Trump and J.D. Vance. Listening to the vigorously vibrant aforementioned woman found me spellbound hypnotized - able, eager, ready and willing to exercise my leftist right to vote grateful to reside in a country where the opportunity to witness a figurative earth shaking event. Hence yours truly pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket... as 2024 presidential election nearing pleading joshing, and endearing. The choice for commander in chief dum... dum... dum... dum.. will winnow down, thus political prognosticator pundits no longer remain mum between Donald John Trump, whose second term win, would find yours truly feels uncomfortably numb versus Kamala Harris could infuse flickering uneasiness among electorate (quite a few skool of hard knocks alum including yours truly), who attests surfing cyber seas as seasoned beach bum up until this moment feeling rather glum regarding fate of American democracy fizzling, muckraking, and sputtering linkedin with kickstarting, snapchatting, and twittering along ever so ho hum awaiting fateful deliverance as dueling banjos strum meanwhile irritable bowel syndrome nsync with nausea bubbling, gurgling, quickening within collective tum no doubt alleviated chugging, guzzling, and quaffing countless bottles Bacardi rum. Nothing less at stake than (an ill eagle feebly clutching cherished symbols - regal representing land of the free and home of the brave analogous to once buoyant seagull encompassing United States) metaphorical snooping Beagle only finding peanuts after landing discovery (of America) triggering extralegal imbroglios, which courtesy. Thank manifest destiny wrought accursed land grab, where survival of fittest (think militarily) nonchalantly, insouciantly actually quite aggressively did nab great juicy fruited plain continental slab to the mountains to the prairies to the oceans white with foam where indigenous people once stood tall and proud applying contrived accoutrements, which implements rendered mortally to stab invaders, hence convenient plug to jibjab, (while sacreligious lame chap donning unisexual hijab) whale within poetic license to orca straight heady i.e. think lame muck cab bra (even garnering groan from ghost of captain Ahab) denouncing cheesy pun, whereby I (Stuart Little) best remain as caged mouse subjected to experimentation within bore writ Tory lab.