Wake Up Republican Base

From the Desert with feet planted firmly in the Cornfield
From the Desert with feet planted firmly in the Cornfield

As each day passes in the current race for the White House, I find myself shaking my head over and over again. Some of the statements from the wannabes border on the insane.

This is especially true when it comes to Donald Trump. Back in the summer I opined: The Trump Effect Or How to Lose an Election.

That article seems to be more relevant and more on target today than it did back on July 12th. But, I don’t blame Trump for being Trump. I blame the base of voters who determine who will be the GOP nominee for president. No matter how outrageous Trump’s statements, he stays at the top of the polls.

When are the Republican hardliners going to wake up and realize that while it may sound great to hear someone who is so politically incorrect, it will not result in a win on November 8, 2016.

If a candidate cannot win, why keep backing him?

The purpose of an election is to win – not be an also-ran. The strong talk, the ego, the never backing down, the never saying, “sorry”, will not play in Peoria.

It is sort of like a guilty pleasure, instant gratification or eating certain foods. For a moment it feels or tastes so good. Then a short time later, you are left with an empty feeling.

How are GOP primary and caucus voters going to feel if they continue down this ludicrous path of not holding Trump accountable when they wake on November 9 to find Hillary Clinton picking out drapes for the Oval Office?

From the Cornfield, I do not understand why people are throwing reason and logic out the window in a rebellion against political correctness run amok.

Whatever happened to plain old manners?

Yes, too many of our society in the US of A are overly sensitive and need to grow up. But the current path is a path to nowhere.

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Mark

I am Mark Ivy, a born and bred Hoosier.
I am father to two wonderful sons, Dave and Kev, of whom I am very proud;
two terrific daughters-in-law, Anna and Hailey; three beautiful granddaughters, Dylan, Alaina and Amelia.

On May 9, 2017, my lung specialist hit me with the news I had maybe six months to live if the chronic obstructive pulmonary disease (COPD), the damage caused by the histoplasmosis described below, ran its normal course. I am now on hospice at home. Content and ready to cross over the river to the other side.

On September 2, 2014, I was diagnosed with disseminated histoplasmosis, a fungal infection, discovered by a biopsy of my larynx.
The infection is fatal if left untreated. For 2 1/2 years I lived under a death sentence being misdiagnosed
with a non-specific bacterial infection which left my right lung a “dried up sponge” and non-functioning.
I was aggressively treated for the infection with antifungals.
The treatment ended October of 2015 and fortunately did not take two years.

I suffer from chronic Horton’s Syndrome. The effects vary widely causing various problems.
Statistically, Horton’s affects only 0.1% of the population. Major depression also attacks me regularly.

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