Now, I don't know anything about "Pepe the Frog"; and furthermore, I don't want to. But the fact that contenders for the highest office in our land and the most powerful position in our world are crossing swords over a cartoon frog while our country and world are going to hell in a hand basket is proof positive of the insanity of present-day politics. Both major party presidential candidates, Hillary and Donald, are cartoon characters themselves; that is, they are a couple of “Looney Tunes” void of any real substance. The far greater tragedy in all of this, however, is that the illustrators of today’s political funnies are actually the American people, who are totally bereft of any understanding of how unfunny things have become in our expiring nation.

Make no mistake bout it; the “Mel Blanc” behind the voice of this duo of “Daffy Ducks” nominated by Democrats and Republicans for the presidency is the American people. We have not only given these two loony tunes a platform to advocate their absurdities, but will soon hand one of them the keys to the Oval Office. As far as I’m concerned, the moment one of them moves into the White House, it will be time in America for Porky Pig to say, “"Th-th-th-that's all folks!”

That Hillary Clinton would actually use a cartoon frog as real evidence to prove her political opponent is a “white supremacist” is anything but surprising. After all, Democrats, like Hillary, have been throwing everything imaginable, as well as unimaginable, at their political opponents for years, insisting that all they conjure up serves as incontrovertible proof that their detractors are a “basket full of deplorables.” How else can Democrats hope to distract the American people from the deplorable dismantling of our country at their hands than by falsely accusing everyone who disagrees with them of being a deplorable person?

One of my fond memories from childhood and yesterday’s America is playing Little League Baseball. Back then, we didn’t play ball on Sundays or Wednesday nights, since Sunday was the “Sabbath” and Wednesday night was a church night. The place where I played Little League Baseball was actually called “Frog Level.” I’ve found myself thinking this morning about how no American living back then could have possibly imagined the level to which we have sunk in modern-day America; namely, all the way down to frog level.