South Carolina is known as the palmetto [a tree] state.
One of the original 13 colonies.
Home of Francis Marion, aka The Swamp Fox, one of the great guerilla tactician of the American Revolutionary War.
Forty-seven minutes ago, polls opened in South Carolina, where voters will cast ballots in the state’s Republican contest, and where Donald John Trump is widely expected to notch another decisive victory on his path to securing the GOP nomination for president.
Most polls show Boy Orange trouncing former governor of the state, Nikki Haley, by more than 20 points.
Over the past ten days, social media posts have depicted Haley as Shiva, the deity of destruction. Others have used misleadingly fake technology [the latest weapon of world-wide politics/elections] to show her insulting voters. And, still others that direct vitriol at her son, a college student.
Although the prospect of supporting or voting for any Republican these days is an utter anathema to me, the old Lobsterman is tempted to donate $1 to Haley’s campaign just for the privilege of being forever banned from an audience with the Orange Despot or my presence in any of his hallowed dens.
If I could put this privilege into my lifetime resume for NOTHING more than a measly buck, I would consider my life to have been constructively purposeful.
Lobster on the Prairie 