On many a Sunday evening, a small group of neighbor friends will gather at the pool to have a couple beers and chat about all sorts of stuff. We call ourselves the Circle of Trust (although given our ages, Circle of Rust is more apropos).
Politics is a frequent topic. Most of the Circle is of a fairly liberal viewpoint, except for the neighbor I call Little Rush, because he favors the outraged, shout-em-down style of non-discourse employed by radio loudmouth Rush Limbaugh. Our neighbor is a good guy in so many ways, but his political imagination runs the gamut from A to B.
Last night, Little Rush acknowledged that Trump is a nut-job loser, and that Hillary will almost certainly be our next President, but wanted us to know he wouldn't vote for her because she's "fat, wears a size 62 pantsuit, has 'cankles,' and she's old."
That's what left of the conservative argument: "Yes, our party's candidate is a deranged mental patient, but your's is fat and old." Classy.
If you're into disparaging remarks about age and weight, for the record, the oldest president to date was Republican Ronald Reagan. Hillary would be younger. And the fattest was Republican William Howard Taft. Tipping the scales at over 360 pounds, Taft was so fat he once got stuck in the White House bathtub. And his suit size was about 162.
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| Yes, Hilz loves her some pantsuits. Gotta problem with that? |
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