K is for…so many things…

I’m doing this blogging A to Z thing. Today is K.

Maybe it’s just kainotophobia, but I want to drink a kilderkin of scotch when I think about the elections. The expert predictions might as well be based on kephalonomancy or keraunoscopia.

People are predicting that after (or maybe before) the election, the GOP will go kablooey, but I don’t see that happening. Regardless of who wins the White House, we need to eliminate the current kakistocracy (or is it a kleptocracy?) and the kulturkampf. In terms of justice, maybe it’s time for a kritarchy.

The republican debates have been nothing but kinderspiel, but with foul language, and I’d love to do a kinesics study on the whole lot of them.

Kudos to Bush and Rubio for figuring out when to bow out, but based on their rally attendance, it might just have been kenophobia. Kasich, it’s time to cry Kamerad.

Unfortunately, many people’s votes are based on recognition, which might explain the kenspeckle Trump’s success. He’s offered no substantive ideas, so his supporters seem to be a case study in kenodoxy. He’s clearly motivated by his ego, but I wonder if there’s a touch of kakorrhaphiophobia involved too. Lately he’s losing his footing – maybe his staff needs a kriegspiel to learn some strategy. It’s pretty funny his kids forgot to register to vote. Could the kids be kidding (or protesting)?

Cruz looks like a kempt kinkajou, and his faux kerygmatic preaching is getting on my nerves. Every time I hear him speak, I find myself knubbling the desk (pretending it’s him), and I’d like to see him knocked on his keester.

Compared to the republicans, the dems seem almost kissy-huggy. People think Sanders is the white knight, but I don’t know. I do know Clinton isn’t the kraken people make her out to be.

Maybe I’ll take up kickboxing. Or maybe I’ll just pack my kicks and kayak up to Canada.