by Regis Boff
I understand why some men would vote for Hillary Clinton. We are accustomed to making desperate blind drunk decisions on women before the bars close.
Women never base long or short term affection on sexual hysteria. This makes them more dependable than men. Even in the urgency of the bar’s “last call,” they will calmly counterfeit a romantic landscape that forgives the alleyway or the sleazy hotel where they wind up. They invent an excusable poetry to surround their poor decisions.
The poetry of Hillary is that Bill slept with her.