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To Sleep, To Dream, Perchance to Vote – Ay, There's The Rube

November 4, 2018

As always, Chrump insists that anything that is not one of his lies is fake.

America’s fake prezident is making his final pitch to encourage voters to continue his American Carnage unabated.  Chrump is hawking for candidates across the country, many of whom are as ignorant, racist, autocratic human hog-feces-lagoons as Chrump himself.  Mostly, he is selling himself, as he always is, in more ways than one.  Chrump has grown increasingly desperate, dishonest and disgraceful as he sees his strangle-hold on America blowing away faster than his “hair” in a mild breeze when not under the control of his epoxy spray.

Signs made in the basement from love!
#FuckChrumpPlease

Der Furor is ramping up his campaign stops in a last-ditch effort to prop up the worms, weasels and whackos swearing allegiance to their Confabulator-in-chief.  Attacking Barack Obama.  Attacking Nancy Pelosi.  Attacking America.  Blaming the media for creating the violence he has instigated on a daily basis since the hateful, racist remarks that kicked off his horrific campaign to make America beg for forgiveness.  Chrump is busying himself making shit up, scaring the poorly educated, talking about his “hair”, and kissing burgers and eating babies, or something along those lines.

Chrump prepares to inhale food – with any luck he will swallow his own head

Most Americans are hoping that all the fear-mongering, gerrymandering, the last-minute closing and moving of polling locations and changing voter registration rules, voter roll purging, vote-flipping voting machines, Russian interference, Republican’ts lying about policy positions, and Chrump’s frighteningly large contingency of mindless misfits will not be enough to overcome the Blue Wave that will begin the healing from two years of Chrump’s puss-wart prezidency.  At least James Comey has kept his mouth shut this time.  I wish Robert Mueller would open his.  What this country needs is a serious Comey-over.  We are owed a stunning spilling of beans in the next 48 hours to even the score.

Anyway, the midterms are only two days away, and I have already chewed my fingernails down to the wrists.  Fortunately, my cat takes excellent dictation and the doctors say my hands will grow back if the Dems take back the House.  They predict that I will also be able to eat solid foods again if the Dems take the Senate.

I. Mangrey reheating.  Bring on the socialism.