Hillary Clinton is Gollum

There is a tragic flaw in our precious Constitution, and I don't know what can be done to fix it. This is it: Only nut cases want to be president.” 
― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

The 2016 election is without precedent for its transparent indictment of the American Psyche.  We have brought forth two horrible people to be president.  It is not the system, it is the people who have been corrupted beyond salvation.  Hillary in particular is unequivocally odious.  Power and money are all the Clintons desire and they will have their precious.  The recent issues with her health will persist as long as her only thought is the accumulation of wealth through the selling of influence in the public sector.  Like Gollum, the physical toll will be great, but nothing makeup and drugs can't mollify while she sells the county to the highest contributor.   These two candidates are the result of the degradation of the American voter.  They think they are watching daytime TV instead of deciding the fates of themselves and their children.   We have already let our elected representatives put us on a 1984ish path of perpetual war.  We have allowed them to overspend by 19 trillion dollars, a debt that can never be paid down and has made us a perpetual debtor nation.  And the voters will give the country to a malicious, greedy, single-minded potentate who will complete the transition of America from a republic to an oligarchy.  And we have handed our future to the rich with thunderous applause. It has been thus for decades, but never has it been so easy to delineate as the present.  We could have good government, proper infrastructure, good education, all it takes is a discerning electorate.  This is what we get, what we deserve.  This was written about Nixon, but applies today:

Big man, pig man, ha ha, charade you are. You well heeled big wheel, ha ha, charade you are And when your hand is on your heart. You're nearly a good laugh Almost a joker With your head down in the pig bin Saying "keep on digging"Pig stain on your fat chin What do you hope to find?When you're down in the pig mine You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry.Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are You fucked up old hag, ha ha, charade you are You radiate cold shafts of broken glass You're nearly a good laugh Almost worth a quick grin You like the feel of steel You're hot stuff with a hat pinAnd good fun with a hand gun You're nearly a laugh You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry.Hey you Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you are You house proud town mouse, ha ha, charade you areYou're trying to keep our feelings off the street You're nearly a real treat All tight lips and cold feet And do you feel abused?.....!.....!.....!.....!You gotta stem the evil tideAnd keep it all on the inside Mary you're nearly a treat Mary you're nearly a trea tBut you're really a cry.

-Pink Floyd

Well, we got what we deserved, but the other side of horrible coin.  It was, as Kurt Vonnegut's wife observed when smelling Kurt's breath after a night of drinking:  "The smell of mustard gas and roses".  It was gratifying to see the Clinton machine run aground and with no political capital to sell, the Clinton foundation has folded up its tent and hit the road.  The only thing left is the ominous aura of the Clinton's coming back to life like a B horror movie monster.  Until their inevitable ends come, they will always be a threat.  The desire for wealth and power does not end with this defeat.  But now we have the Donald, the unknown danger, the wild card, the baby with a gun, the bull in the china shop.  We will see.  If nothing else, it wil be entertaining, like the mythical music of Nero while Rome burnt.  "We don't need no water . . "