Relief from political distress, day 42…

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The day after thoughts…

I was pleasantly surprised  last night when, at the start of the debate, both candidates shook hands. All the possible scenarios of a well mannered, open debate actually seemed possible. That is, until they opened their mouths to speak. One appeared to be nervous and unprepared, the other confident and ready. At times, both eschewed the truth–or rather, their recollections of  the truth. But only one continually interrupted, tried to talk over the other and in the end placed blame on the microphone (given to wear) not working properly, rather than admit they should have been better prepared.

As with elections and life, one must be aware of the many traps laid out around us…

Caution… Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…

If you're a grasshopper, watch out where you jump when a fairly large middle aged woman with a camera approaches... you might find yourself in a pickle...

If you’re a grasshopper and a fairly large woman with a camera approches, look before you leap, lest you find yourself in a pickle…

or being turned into one...

and increase the odds of becoming one…

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