Netflix’s political thriller, House of Cards, starring Kevin Spacey premiered its 5 season two days ago. With out spoiling much–and if you haven’t seen it give it a watch but keep in mind season 3 is a transition–there comes a point where they begin talking about the Vice Presidency.
Buzzards circled over Leadfield. Their forms silhouetted by the rising sun. The scent of death was heavy and ripe on our nostrils but we didn’t pay it much mind. We had already been hardened to the smell. The road to Leadfield was littered with the cold corpses of honest, hardworking folk. Only men. The bandit gang under Bill Duffy that had taken the town as their sanctuary only killed men. The women they took as hostages back to their lawless sanctuary. It had gone on long enough. A posse of more than fifty men gathered from all over Clearwater County to ride on Leadfield. Many of the group had lost wives and daughters. Myself included.
First off I want it to be known that I did not vote for either candidate. I would be experiencing the same emotion regardless of who won. I, as most millennials, through my support to Bernie Sanders and when he did not receive the nomination I moved my vote to a third party.