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Politically Fearful

At the risk of alienating friends, neighbors, and family: Just watched the second presidential debate between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.What a shit show! An embarrassment for our nation. Every year we have eroded more and more. I will likely pass from this world by 2017, but I worry for my daughter and her future.

Our leaders have no sense of dignity. Actually, that is what I see with Donald Trump. Hillary Clinton seems to want decorum and dignity but the Donald has had a debasing effect on American politics. His tactics have had a polarizing effect on me. His bullying and bluster are over the top. What he refers to as "locker room" banter as if that somehow makes it acceptable, is not much different than Paula Deen getting caught using the "N" word. It absolutely reveals his heart and his low opinion and disregard of women.

I truly fear for the future of our nation.
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