November’s a long way off. I’ve enjoyed watching folks get their drawers in a bunch over yet another Presidential election. I’ve also pondered the last politico that promised to save the day…and didn’t. Frankly, I can’t recall all the names. Every one of ’em promised that. The men, the women, the Hillary’s, black, white, brown, undetermined.
Wherever you stand right now, I’d recommend standing there in hip waders. With something that floats.