Last night I worked on a response to an article telling us we needed to stop abusing Hillary because it wasn’t her fault nobody likes her. I must have seen 10 of those in the last few days.

Today I checked the weather when I got up as I always do and saw it is projected to be 94 next week. In February. In San Diego.

I spent most of the day yesterday writing responses to the various Hillary recovery pieces. After New Hampshire they had to tell us how the same ideas that saved us from the Great Depression are too bold, too fringe for the Great Recession. First they told us how none of the evil that swirls around Hillary is because of her. After all, she’s not in jail yet. Then they told us how Bernie is too…. just too everything.

We can take our time and progress slowly like we have been since the sixties when the children of those that had survived the Depression liked the idea of getting rich. Greed became the mantra. We even named decades after it. Those that didn’t benefit from this new found wealth knew it was the fault of the Blacks or the Hispanics our, the one I like the most, the Communists, a system that became so top heavy with the 1% super rich and everyone else standing in line for bread that it collapsed upon itself. Sound familiar?

And it will be 94 next week in San Diego in February.

Could there possibly be a candidate that understands the most important problem in front of us is climate change? Our military does.

These two problems need solved. So how do we take action? Whoops, forgot, we have a bought and paid for government. Not going to accomplish anything with these guys. Well Hillary… right! So we’re back to the old white guy. He has this odd idea that if the American voting public got involved we could pass some laws. Wait. Isn’t that what everyone is saying. Old white guys can’t pass laws with the current congress but old white women can. Right.

So we vote out all the current congress.

It’s either that or I’m headed for the mountains with my tent, my dog and the Internet so I can watch.