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Donut Write-in Campaign

Friends,
Well, we’re down to five presidential candidates across the two mainstream tickets. To be perfectly honest, none of the candidates on either side of the aisle inspire me –all due respect to any die-hard fans out there. I’ve seen enough hate, vitriol, bile, intolerance, dishonesty, fanaticism, naïveté and flat-out cookery to last a lifetime –or at least four years. For a job hyped as the most powerful person on the planet, the lack of upstanding candidates is ironic. Politics feels like the only elite competition devoid of worthy adversaries, where the finalists are not the most prepared, optimally equipped or best suited for the job. In contrast, take pro sports. Set aside the occasional scandal and sour grapes over who’s actually more deserving of a league’s MVP trophy and you notice the winner’s talent and skill are seldom in question (charisma and egos notwithstanding). So, as I ponder a name for my write-in candidate in November (Joe Harding pitched-in for the donuts this week, so he’s on the short list), I figured a little daylight (donuts) couldn’t hurt. Whether or not you find yourself in a similar conundrum, a dozen donuts can help make this drawn-out election season a little sweeter (and the selection process will definitely be easier). And remember, regardless of the outcome, our founding fathers created a system of checks-and-balances which should hopefully prevent our next commander in chief from doing too much damage (thank goodness for Washington gridlock) –and who knows, they may even pitch a slam-dunk touchdown goal.
Have a Good Friday!

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