Large Fierce Mammal

Not to make light of such a dire situation, but yeah. It kind of seems that way.

As a Canadian bystander witnessing the bizarre train wreck that’s slowly and painfully morphed into what is now supposed to be the really serious part of the 2016 US Presidential Election, I’m reminded of a few things.

The first is an article I posted here on 20 January 2013 that highlighted one published to The Swordmaster’s Grimoire by the Esteemed Adam Crown some eleven days prior. Headlined To Live by the Sword: Integrity, you can, and should, read it by clicking the title.

A lot of parallels there, and lessons to be learned from comparisons with the late unpleasantness, even as it continues to unfold. I personally harbour neither a spirit of support nor enmity for either candidate beyond a tentative hope that Nature may see her way clear to bestow a couple of well timed heart attacks between now and November.

And then there’s the soundtrack that plays in my head, not just because of what the candidates themselves say and do, but more so the effect their words and actions have been having on supporter and detractor alike. And the Press. Oh, the Press. With this in mind, let’s move on to today’s playbill.

For Donald Trump, there’s this little ditty from 1943 by Spike Jones and his City Slickers.

Leaving the best for last, there’s this for Hillary Clinton. Burton Cummings singing a hit from 1970.