It's Commie la....come on... get it right...

But she meets one condition to get my vote.

1. It's not Donald T***p....

Actually, I think it an overall good week. I'll admit that Walz probably makes me more excited to choose this ticket.....but I am quite content with Kamala beyond the requirement of not being Donald T***P or Shady Vance.

I just loved watching those Republicans coming up one by one....talking about what a sh...show their party has become with T***p as their standard bearer. I applaud these courageous conservatives! If you lean Republican in any way, you should be applauding them too. If you ever want a healthy two-party system to return..... Thank goodness some in the GOP are recognizing that this isn't what the GOP is about.

And the fact that some dare to pervert Christianity by marrying it to the GOP.....is anything but Christian and just takes the credibility from Christianity as a whole.

For sport, I turned on Faux News after the convention, and I could hear T***p just whining like a little spoiled brat.

Then the hosts of Faux were actually trying to hurry him through because they had another show. Even faux news knows T***p is self destructing.

I thought it would then be fun to then tune into Newsmax....about as deranged as a 'news channel' can get. And within five minutes of turning off Faux, the little brat called in and continued ranting like a little child, while the hosts of the show were just bootlicking in ways unimaginable. "Oh, President T***P, if they just knew what you were really about."

We know what T***p's about. T***p.

I just imagine the year 1972, and while that would have been before my ability to appreciate such things, I hear tales of the Granite City of Old.

I can just imagine Donald T***p walking into any bar along State Street in MAdison or Granite City....or making his way to Wayside, Ingleside, Boshkoff's or Hooks (only the latter was I ever able to visit in my lifetime) ...

I could just imagine him walking in to a bar filled with steel workers after shift and spouting off like the spoiled brat that he is.....

I can see one mill worker after another saying "Who's this jagoff??"

Well sorry bar patrons of 1972, while you were the stuff of legend......your grandchildren, let's just say, are accepting one too many 'wooden nickels' these days.....

And why is Trump spelled T***p....because I like rum...and do not want to insult it...but if I'm walking into a bar in 1972 in Granite City, I better be prepared to order up a Falstaff or a Schlitz!