The mid-term
elections have turned out to be mid-terminal for many Republicans whose
political careesr are now DOA. The voting part is over, but the counting part
continues. I am beginning to think that
they are using Count Dracula from Sesame Street to do the counting. Many of the contests are still too close to
call. Colorado Congressmoron Lauren (Bobblehead)
Boebert is in a tight race, but she says she will win because she has
found a number of votes for her that were stuffed in a tip jar in the bar she
owns in Colorado.
Donald Jerk Trump is
complaining that all the candidates that he picked who lost were recommended to
him by wife Melanoma and the custodian at Mar-a-Largo.
Otherwise,
the big giant Red Wave that was predicted by the Republicans has turned into a
small pink drip. Makes sense since that’s who most of the Republican candidates
turned out to be.
Many fine
folks here in the Lone Star State are still grieving over four more years of
Gregg (Hell-on-Wheels) Abbott, but as they say, “Shit floats to the top.”
Now that
election time is over, it’s time to start dreading the upcoming Thanksgiving
holiday, but that is for another post.
Stay tuned for future adventures.
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