ACA OK. Pence on Vacay. GA Solid. Markets Stable. Jello Jiggling.
My black circled eyes hurt. My forearms are buzzing from iPhone carpal tunnel tingling. Little pangs of dread still rocket through my soul from time to time. But it's time for a good old fashioned reality check. It's the morning after this dark night of the soul. Snap out of it.
If this were even fucking close, Pence wouldn't go collecting seashells with Mother. Edrogan would not be congratulating Biden. The DOW would not be rallying.
The legal challenges, you say? The count is too damn high. You can delete 600 votes but not 60,000. Barr? Read his memo. It's complete bullshit. Trump's lawyers? The partners at Jones Day law firm are experiencing profound regret for helping Trump. Rudy will be indicted by April. It's nonsense.
Ohhhh, but the Senate. Shit. Mitch was threatened by Trump. You know it. Support me or I'll campaign against princess Learjet and that other fuckface. It's just a shakedown. Even little Marco's legs are shaking. Let Trump move on them very strongly.
What we are experiencing now is the political equivalent of a clogged-toilet-double-flush. Sure, it's scary as it gets close to the top. I'll forgive you for panic running upstairs to get the plunger. But, on return, like a miracle, it will have disappeared.
Turn the lights off and the fan on. Go back to the kitchen. Turn your phone off and have some fucking Jello. Start thinking about what you are going to do to help Warnock and Ossoff. No, seriously, what are you willing to sacrifice to help us win the Senate from these Republican fucks.
This presidential contest is OVER.
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That's a good piece of writing, right there....
