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The Great Coming Migration to Canada

Let us be plain from the start:
this is not about Hillary Clinton;
this is about how to hurt yourself.

Cheryl Rios really knows how to hurt herself.
She has a religion that helps her hurt herself.
Cheryl's god is not female.
He's an old male in heaven.

Ms. Rios is the CEO of a Dallas marketing firm, and she said, "she'd move 'to Canada' if Hillary Clinton became head of state".  "With the hormones we have, there is no way [a woman] should be able to start a war", she is reported to have written in Facebook.  Being the President should be left to a man, "a good, strong, honorable man".  There is, she said, an old biblical sound reasoning why a woman shouldn't be President.

You may have some trouble finding what she had in mind when she said that:  it would probably just be best to turn to the place in the Bible where presidential qualifications are discussed, and thumb through it.

It is probably just good luck that Moses or St. Paul did not get around to spelling out the qualifications for CEOs of marketing and public relations firms, or they might have explained that self-mutilation was a good start.

Anyway, as Ms. Rios explained, in this country we are entitled to our opinions, and she believes what she says.  That should take care of that.  So please stop the nastiness!

I wonder if anyone has had their people talk to the people in Canada about immigration.  The tidal wave of American women who will want to go north in a year or so if Hillary is elected may pose some real problems in housing, jobs, assisted-care living, and the Canadian Meals on Sleds Program.  Someone probably ought to get in touch with a good public relations firm to organize the move.

And!  And if Hillary is not elected, you may well conclude that the Canadian government hired Ms. Rios firm first. 

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