I know what you say is true. But your husband can get a lot of help if he wants to go to school-the GI Bill is still good for that.

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Regardless of whatever political leanings one has, we (most of us who can’t possibly benefit from any of this latest screwup) have to be feeling really embarrassed about this guy on the deal to give up our ports to the control of an ethnic or religious group hell bent on our destruction (who knew the English had the controls to sell off in the first place?). I remember learning in high school history that we once had contemplated an isolationist policy, only to realize that it would be totally adverse to our best interests in the long term. Perhaps in those days, it was true. Now, as I see and watch with horror what’s happening to our standard of living & our way of life, I can only be grateful that my future is not long enough to see us become the Third World country that we have helped so many rise up from, only to dump their cheap products in our markets & block ours from theirs, cutting millions of jobs we all thought would allow countless generations to fill. I lost my job as an engineer/manager due to downsizing; I learned new skills as recommended by all the experts to enter today’s markets – if I was in India, my programming would have come in handy!!! What do I do now?? We only need so many people collecting carriages from the parking lots at supermarkets & Home Depots. I firmly believe that this guy won the Presidency by a single vote (5-4 in the Supreme Court), but he doesn’t represent me or anyone like me. He’s an embarrassment to me — a walking caricature who, despite being corrected countless times can’t pronounce n-u-c-l-e-a-r instead of n-u-c-u-l-a-r, just recently expressed his desire to be thought of “as a strategic thinker” (dear Lord, please help us all!) because he “thinks about strategies” (I’m not making this up, I swear!). I cringe to think that this is the best this country can come up with to direct our future. Got a cute little story about him just the other day — somebody called him a “post turtle”, the definition is this:

“When you drive down a country road, and you come across a fence post with a turtle on top of it, you’ve got yourself a post turtle. You know he didn’t get there by himself, he doesn’t belong there, he doesn’t know what to do while he’s up there, and you just want to help the dumb shit get down!” Pretty much sums up my thoughts on him!