"I'm gonna try to tame your little red love machine" . . . . . .Prince
I'm hoping Trump will tame the Dems and Repubs, and I'm really hoping for this:
Trump is forced into a brokered convention, he flips off the whole party, runs as an American Independent or a Libertarian or something else, and wins, breaking the 2-party racket which is running DC.
Trump is a big city big mouth, who babbles out the social noises like a Hollywood siren, and toots his own horn like a drunken sailor. He offends me, but he really, REALLY offends my enemies: so I say "Sic 'em boy!"
That's what I'm starting to hope for, in a political sense: I'm hoping Trump will bite DC in the ass and tame this establishment run amok.
Smack 'em all right in the balls.
Dump the apple cart and let it fly.
I have never in my life wanted anarchy, and yet now I'm preparing for it expectantly, because to me this smells like the beginning of some serious crap no matter who wins the office.