Let’s get this over with. We know the outcome. We’ve cried the tears. Yet again, another highly qualified and progressive woman will get her walking papers. The first being Hillary Rodham Clinton. (stop choking on your oatmeal) Sorry, I know this blog shouldn’t be a political soap box, so I’ll stop. But just for kicks, someone should ask the orange wizard to point to the Gaza Strip on a map. He’d likely land his stubby little finger on Las Vegas.
But enough of this. Look at all the things we’ve learned thanks to this gift of leadership. Paying your taxes? No sweat. It’s optional, just like sexual restraint. Telling the truth? What’s that? Just make sh*t up and insist it’s reality. Have a global warming plan or a global peace plan or a global financial plan, that’s boring. But gosh darn it, we gotta get rid of those drugged out rapists the radical left has embraced. I know I’ve got a few hanging in my garage. They’re really no trouble at all. They sleep all day and come out at night. Hey maybe they’re prone toward some illegal shenanigans but who isn’t?
That’s the stuff that makes the news interesting. Life is a cabaret, starring you know who in the role of Sally Bowles.
The good news is, it’s only four more years. We’ve already survived one term, well provided you didn’t believe the gargle with bleach deal regarding COVID. Plus, he really needs a job bad. He’s got some major bills to pay and lots of people left to screw over. Then there’s the matter of revenge. Maybe he’ll declare January 6 to be a national holiday. Everyone’s gonna like that.
She’ll be way more fun than Mike Pence.
Well frankly who wouldn’t be.
So much to look forward to.
Hold those tears, we got four more years!