Monday, December 14, 2020

The Great Impaling

It's Saturday Morning as I write this. Saturday, December 12, 2020. Though I sure wish it were December 12, 2021, when we will be concluding a full year in America's Great Recovery under President Joe Biden.

It is slow going this morning. 

Even as I stare out at the floating unicorn making its way around a pool of cold water (that was supposed to be hot) at the Palm Springs airbnb we escaped to for the weekend.

Slow because I'm nursing a hangover. A hangover because I ventured deep into my bottle of Bulleit Rye Whiskey. And deep because we were celebrating some great news.

On the personal front, a terrific health update that brought some much needed family smiles.

And on the political front, the historic news that Precedent Shitgibbon's PR stunt at the Supreme Court went down like the flaming Hindenburg while it was just 50 feet off the launching ground in Germany.

"Oh the insanity."

If you were to ask the Imbecile in Charge, I'm 1000% positive he'd be under the mistaken impression that Supreme Court Justices work for him. Including the three that he "hired."

"Welcome to SCOTUS Apprentice, I'm sure you're gonna do a fantastic job."

I'm not sure of the number, because it seems to grow by the hour, but Commander Assnapkin has now lost 53 some odd cases in federal courts throughout the land. Fifty three. Maybe fifty five. Who knows?

What I do know is that this morning he tweeted out, in all Caps: WE HAVE JUST BEGUN TO FIGHT!!!


Because today (Monday) the electors, chosen by the 50 states and bound to align with the popular vote in those states, will cast their ballots for President. And sleepy Joe  will wake up from his afternoon nap with 306 electoral votes, which under the Constitution that Precedent Shitgibbon is so pitifully unfamiliar with, will make Biden the President on January 20.

Grandpa Ramblemouth can rage tweet and throw social media tantrums -- which are so delicious from a schadenfruede POV-- all he wants, but nothing will change that.

His only option, and the one that might even awaken Americans who claim any measure of patriotism, will be for him to declare Martial Law and put soldiers on the streets.

Does that sound a tad alarmist? It shouldn't. Particularly if you've been paying attention to this craven, sociopathic narcissist who loves himself way more than he loves America.

OK, I need a drink.


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