Oh Christ another stalker

A young woman keeps showing up around me. At my apartment. At the house in Chappaqua. At campaign stops. This kind of thing happens more often than you'd imagine, just ask anyone in public life. They always have a story of some sort. This one believes she's my daughter, and keeps demanding to be let through security. Says she needs to talk to me about something, or wants to come over for the weekend, or the holidays, or what have you. The Secret Service guys are on top of it, yet she keeps popping up. She'll shout things like, "Why are you angry? Why won't you talk to me? Mom, what did I do?" Poor kid. I'm not angry, of course, though I suppose I should be when I think of the sorry state of our mental health infrastructure in this country. Really I'm just sad. I just think so many of our young people today are so in need of help, and yet they're not getting it thanks to our "rich get richer" Republican administration. That'll change in a Clinton presidency, let me tell you. We'll have our priorities straight. Family values, better education, better health care, helping young people -- these will be at the top of our list.