"Where the shadows run from themselves"

The Clintons and the Trumps, from happier days .... I assume you are able to figure out who is who and which is which .... sort of looks like one big, happy family, does it not ?? They do sleep in the same bed, figuratively, if not literally. For sure, in hippy talk, it is what it is and you know that is true whether you allow yourself to believe it or not. As for the music, this particular song is here prophetically because I turned on the radio when I finished writing this post and this was the music playing at that exact moment -- "White Room," by Cream:

"I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines
"Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves ....
"Wait here with you
"Where the shadows run from themselves ...."

Who will rule Olympus?

We all have our likes and dislikes. For instance, I have encountered a number of people who instantly like me and, probably, a greater number who instantly dislike me. Fortunately (for me), most I encounter sort of can take me or leave me: No big deal.

Conversely, I feel the same way about other people.  Some I like, some I dislike -- often instinctively -- but, most simply are just there. (Yes, I know, that is neither polite nor politically correct to say; I never have claimed to be perfect.)

This extends, naturally, to musicians, to actors, to visual artists, to novelists and, most definitely, to politicians. In that vein (probably vane and vain, too), I am absolutely dumbfounded that anyone with an ounce of common sense could be enraptured either by Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump -- the only two real choices before us to become the next president of the United States.

She, and her husband, "Wild Bill," are the epitome of everything that is wrong with the existing political system in the United States. Power mongers for the sake of personal power, personal wealth and personal aggrandizement (and, in the case of Bill, lots more sex beyond marriage).

On the other side of the river, figuratively speaking, Trump is the personification of a man you should never rely on to invest your money, never trust to see to it your girlfriend gets home safely, never count on to watch your back in a street fight. He is the opposite side of the counterfeit coin bearing the image of Barack Obama: Both ego-maniacal, narcissistic, power-hungry, pathologically lying individuals cut from the same cloth as would-be / wanna-be dictators throughout the span of recorded history.

Fortunately, the reign of his self-imagined highness Obama is nearly over. And, none too soon.

For the future, Clinton would be the safer bet over Trump. She is more predictable and has a trace yet of "America the Beautiful" inside of her -- barely.

Trump should be the choice of those who play poker hoping to draw the inside straight -- odds are he would turn out to be another Obama-like disaster for the United States (and, for the world). But, but, but -- he might, like the fisherman Simon who became Peter did for Christianity, become the cornerstone of the recovery and the resurgence of this country. Stranger transitions have occurred. (Sorry, about the Christian allusion .... well, not really, I am a historian of sorts, you know.)

Whatever .... those, realistically, are the only two choices.

Unless you believe in miracles.