Absolutely not. No more than I would be upset to see a suffering horse put down after its leg was broken. I tried my best. I made my case. I voted my conscience.

Bill Peirce put up a hell of a fight for an independent candidate, pulling in 2% of the vote (67,126).

But I’m not bitter. I’m thinking clear.

American politics today is like a broken down table in a house where the master refuses to replace it because its seemingly served its function for so long.

And the legs are breaking off one by one but the master still tries to convince himself that the table is good–to just give it two more years, four more years, twenty more years–all the while everyone is eating their dinner standing up because the table is no longer capable of serving its function.

But how many splinters will it take? How many broken dishes and cracks in the veneer will it be until the table won’t service anymore? When will it be time to grab the ax and start swinging.

When will the bonfire blaze out back?

One thing this country has in plethora is plenty of trees to make new tables.

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