Voting Booth Conversation

My African-American young adolescent daughter, since she was age five needing a therapeutic home and family, with Oppositional Disorder and deviantly diverse neural-cognitive communication patterns, would have voted for Donald Trump if she could. In large part, I suspect and fear, because she is obsessively attracted to what and whom she knows is bad for her. Bad medicine. Toxic sights and sounds and feelings. Poisons for all sensory receptors, Mutually oppositional reiterative disorder perpetually trading barbs of blame and shame, games she so loves to hate to play, with tendencies toward bipolar disarray. Why does she seem to prefer older straight blond boys? Probably because she identifies herself as a younger brown-skinned curly-headed (in several ways and means) princess-diva-girl. Anyway, she helped me vote for our town's Mayor, and School Board, and Propositions about borrowing money to pay it back later out of her real-estate and business tax investments. What she thought would be more interesting investments for her future, rather than bridges, and firetrucks, and improved highways, she thought more gardens would be nicer, and more nutritional in the long run. As for Mayor, she told me to vote for "Donald." Well, honey, bad news. None of these candidates is a Donald. I didn't say Donald I said vote for Dora. (Did I mention her speech therapy, and lack thereof?) (Did I mention I'm deaf as a post and old enough to be her Great Gay Grandfather?) Honey, I don't think writing in "Dora" would be a good idea because she's not one of the choices here. Well, just don't vote for Donald Trump again. Never mind about the "again," as if I ever had, or would, But, what came between you and your love for Donald? He is against my mental health and my mental health right to live in a good community without fear of automatic or even not-automatic gunfire. You've been reading my blog again haven't you? No! Why would I read anyone not smart enough to write in Dora for Mayor?