For a Brief Moment, I Pitied Him

I went to bed at 8 pm Super Tuesday Night, leaving the radio on to hear of the returns. I awoke at 11 pm with the voice of Hillary cackling in my ear.

And for a brief moment I felt sorry for Bill Clinton.

A constant dripping on a day of steady rain And a contentious woman are alike ;
He who would restrain her restrains the wind , And grasps oil with his right hand .

Proberbs 27:15-16