This is an EX-president**
If you
don’t mind, I’d like to start today’s festivities with a song
And
yes, pretty soon he’s gonna be dead. That’s just statistics.
Donald Trump will
not be going to Disney World.
Election
Shock Therapy
So,
in case you were asleep, Donald Jeffrey Epstein Trump got smashed, thrashed and
trashed. He got a snubbing a drubbing and a clubbing. He got his clock cleaned,
his ass handed to him and the stupid smile wiped off his badly-frosted face.
As he
would say, if he hadn’t gotten his face sphincter figuratively sewn shut, Trump
got beaten like a dog.
Trump’s
other tiny little Johnson – Mike – can kiss his Keebler-elf-sized gavel
good-fucking-bye. He’s lucky he still has a seat in Congress, so he can bask in
the massive blue tsunami in which he will be treading water until he resigns.
Susan Collins –
gone.
John Fetterman – neutered.
Oh,
and Elon Mush, please feel free to go forth and fuck yourself all the way to Mars.
And stay there.
Presumably,
the few Democrats who lost their races are now whining, claiming voter fraud
and inciting violence and insisting they actually won. What’s that you say? They
all gracefully accepted defeat and moved on like adults? How interesting.
And,
just a song before I go…
__________________
*Not a typo.
**For all intents and purposes.
I. Mangrey rejoicing. Pure and simple.
BONUS FUN
Having almost been
killed by a Cheetos semi just three months ago, I had to take one more victory lap and enjoy one of my
favorite Randy Rainbow offerings in light of yesterday’s marvelous first step
toward excising the tumor known as Trump from the American body politic and the
national psyche…
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