Fiddlin'
The above is the way I remember the quote from Barry Goldwater addressing the Republican National Convention at the Cow Palace in San Francisco in 1964.
And, quoting the Chad Mitchell Trio, "Barry, Barry,
Make your bid.
I love John Birch,
But, oh, you kid!"
I'm so sick and tired of all the Republican candidates and all the Democrat candidates and all the Independent candidates (oh, yes there are--two as a matter of fact, Sanders and Trump) not even dancing around the defense of liberty and the pursuit of justice. None of them have the plain old guts to do what needs to be done to restore this country to it's high estate in the world's consciousness.
As for the current front-runners, on the one hand we have a crook who may well be in prison before her first term would be over and on the other we have a guy whose braggadocio is unbelievable--just as his methods are for accomplishing anything. As for the others it's like a thousand monkeys on a limb farting and then telling you how sweet smelling it is, while you are puking your guts out and the puke smells better, believe me.
God, where is Harry Truman when you need him? Where is Teddy Roosevelt with his big stick? Even, where is JFK with his plagiarized comment about asking America or doing it yourself?
All I can see right now is twenty-two (at latest count) Nero's out there.