I admit it. I have coulrophobia — fear of clowns. But mine is a very specific form.
I do not fear circus clowns. Ronald McDonald doesn’t bother me, beyond the fact that he shills for a corporation whose products have contributed to heart disease around the world since 1955. (Ronald, born in early 1963, really ought to know this by now.) Nor do the creepy clowns who have been appearing in dark corners of our nation bother me. A bop on bozo’s schnozz should suffice until this fad, like all fads, passes.
I fear political clowns.
And on this Halloween eve 2016, the most frightening thing is that a large majority of American voters will shortly be casting a presidential ballot for one or the other of two of the most frightening political clowns in American history.
I have tried very hard these last six months to persuade myself that Donald Trump is not the man the vast left-wing conspiratorial media have portrayed him to be.
I have failed.
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