So in this dream I had last night, I was driving along a narrow road one night and came to an even narrower bridge. All of a sudden there appears in the headlights Mrs Clinton and Mr Trump. The bridge is only a bit wider than my car, there's no time to stop and the two distinguished pedestrians are standing just far enough apart to allow only 3 options: (a) plow through her, (b) rip through him, or (c) be sure I don't scrape my car on the guardrail and take both of them out.
I awoke abruptly in a cold sweat and ran to the garage - not a scrape or scratch on my beautiful blue car with Louisiana Tech plates.
If only this upcoming election was such an easy choice, and if only our country could escape undamaged.



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