At this point, you have undoubtedly seen the results of the Wisconsin primary election from April 5, and there may still be a slow “Bern” glowing in your heart strings, but from where I sit now, in your recent past, the day has yet come, and the air is certainly filled with both anxiety and hope for all of our presidential candidates.

Presumably, the dust has settled enough, for now, that we can all take a deep breath and recollect ourselves for at least a moment before we all go rushing into the next phase of what oftentimes seems like a never-ending circus, er, I mean Presidential race. Since taking the time to really navigate through all the unhelpful muckraking each candidate creates for the other, and the double-talking jive they all perpetuate of their own platforms, I have developed what I believe to be a great sense of understanding of these people, as actual people, and not just their seemingly two-dimensional caricatures seen night after night, day after day, on every screen obtainable.

At the risk of being accused of generalizing, pigeonholing, and otherwise stereotyping each candidate, and their most celebrated supporters, I will go on to tell you what I have realized for each of our White House runners is a very distinct archetype, not unlike that which is known is pop-culture, specifically, 80s raunch comedies, the likes of any John Hughes favorited Netflix & Chill Sunday with that special somebody.

Jumping right in then. Trump and his supporters: This man, if he is indeed from this planet, has made it his mission to climb the wall of pundit popularity, just as his contestants would on his reality television show, lest we forget that he is a reality TV star, and what at first was felt as a hilarious gag by many, has become a sore spot of deep contention for so many more. Trump has perfected the art of behaving like a five-year-old in a grown man’s business suit so well, that those who that mentality of reactionary, temper-tantrum prone, ignorance to a whole new level few thought was literally possible. How terribly inconvenient it is to be so wrong on such an obvious realization. He promises to “Make America Great Again,” but offers no actual solutions, other than his grand plan of building a giant wall to keep out what the fearfully ignorant deem as dangerous and undesirable Mexicans, or Muslims, or Syrian refugees, or whatever. None of it makes any sense, and to Trump’s supporters, it doesn’t have to anymore. They are seemingly satisfied with his broad, outlandish claims to take us all into the biggest WIN we’ve ever seen, that we will apparently become “so tired of winning,” or so says the man himself.

What I believe is more likely, is that he, along with his supporters, have given up hope on actually creating anything viable, or sustainable in this country, and are, perhaps, content with just lighting the fuse, and watching it all blow the hell up. Just like that final episode of Little House on the Prairie, when the town’s people put dynamite to every piece of structured wood on the land that had been bought from under them by sneaky, wealthy developers. Their realization was that what stood on the land was theirs, so destroying it on a beautiful spring afternoon was a pleasure and a ceremonious F-U to the people they felt taken by. There was no hope for the people of Walnut Grove. No hope that they could see, anyway.

Moving on to Hillary Clinton, what this woman lacks in personal constitution she more than makes up for in hypocrisy and denial. All right, I know how that must sound, and if you are reading this, and you have plans of backing her as the Democratic nominee, then fine; I will not begrudge you to do so, but bear in mind that this is an opinion piece, and, in many ways, quite rhetorical.

Let us set aside the ways Hillary Clinton has waffled and swayed on important issues like when to go to war, bailing out banks, backing up the that Devil Monster of a company, Monsanto, or that she cannot decide which minority group she thinks will benefit her more to exploit or imprison, and look at how she handled a small personal matter. I am, of course, speaking of her husband’s infidelities, and how his indiscretions put their marriage in the global spotlight.

Way back in the 1990s, back when good ol’ Bill Clinton was POTUS, and Hillary was First Lady, and a then unknown intern, by the name of Monica, were all shuffling through the White House, a controversy took flight, and the scandal that quickly ensued was like candy to those who now drool over endless hours of reality TV. The basic gist is that he did it, he lied about it, the girl was shamed, and the country went on about it’s business of shutting down factories, laying off workers, locking up black people, and sending our troops over seas to further cultivate oil, or poppies, or whatever commodity we were salvaging at the time.

And yet, our First Lady; our champion of the people; our sole advocate on the front lines of all that is human and decent; our Hillary was silent. Looking back now, journalists are asking her the questions of how she handled that mess, and why she chose to stay with a man who so obviously couldn’t have cared less about their sacred bond, and her responses are exactly what you might expect from our former First Lady, and that is one of dismissive resilience.

However, while some may stand and cheer her on, and say things like, “she is the captain of her ship, and she don’t take nobody’s sh…” Well, you get the picture. I am over here thinking what so many others have been thinking, and that’s WHAT WAS SHE THINKING??

Why in the world, while on seated on the world’s stage, did she not speak out, or leave him to fend for himself? Sure, it would have been controversial, but the situation already was, and, yes, it was something of a personal matter between the two of them, but as President and First Lady, their business is kind of everybody’s business.

It seems to me that her platform of unresponsiveness is indicative of denial and delusion, where whenever someone comes to visit, people are expected to play along with the façade, and complacency and contempt go on unresolved.

That is not healthy, and that is not how I wish to see our country move forward: pretending that things are in any way okay, and pushing through into the next day, over and over, until our sad reality can no longer be ignored.

To me, supporters of Cruz and Kasich are much the same: privy to the mad state of affairs we all reside in, only willing to pull their heads out of the sand long enough to gripe about God, the death of the Hallmark Christmas, or voting day. It appears that their basic stand is “tell me when it’s over,” and until that day comes, they’re content keeping their trembling hands over their swollen eyes.

Which brings me to our final presidential hopeful: Bernie Sanders.

He and his supporters are the only ones that I have seen and heard speak of change AND hope, while also offering actual examples of what that change will look like, and how to go about getting it all done. Is it a stretch? Yes. Is it worth working for? Definitely.

This country can be great, but let’s not say again. Instead, let’s say great for once, and for all, and maybe, just maybe, we can all rest assured that each one of us has done our part, and offered our best.