The decision to vote the 46th president of the United States is less than 24 hours away. 24 hours that will certainly add uncertainty to an extremely harsh and world changing year with every possible scenarios that are running, at once ... and we are not on a movie set. The new elected or re-elected president will swear by the moon and the sky, like the shadow that's by ''our'' side. These are not just lyrics for those who will remember how great 90s r&b was, but he will probably swear by those. Has the most ''powerful'' nation in the world lost control? Has the lack of control been inherited? Who will win? I will not voice my opinion on who will ''bring sexy back'' but I will say one thing, and one thing only; I will never feast on a Popeyes chicken bite again on US soil, knowing that chicken in the United States are washed with chlorine dioxide. Luckily the chicken that we consume in the UK, does not taste like a swimming pool because of the ''chlorine chicken clause'' on the agreed US/EU trade agreement ... the Dixie Chicks were right not to be ready to ''make nice'' (wink wink). While we wait for who will make America a continent again (another wink), the only certain and sad conclusion is that our good ol' drunk uncle Brexit will have to renegotiate with uncle Sam to ''want us'' to stock swimming pool chicken at our local grocery store because Germany, uhh .. I mean ... the EU has had enough.
