How ironic. Those who most need to read this, the Trumpkins, the Proud Boys, the Brown Shirts, are all on the far side of the interwebz right now, bawling their little MAGA eyes out over on Brietbart or making smores with their QAnon buddies.
What I'm offering (and it's not solace, sunshine, in case you wandered here by accident) is the equivalent of pissing in a dark blue suit: it will give me a nice, warm feeling and no one else will notice. It's okay; tough times don't last, tough people do. Works the same for stupid as well, in case you wondered.
For those convinced you have been victimized by Attempted Deep State Deceit, work with me on this: you believe the 'Dems,' 'Antifa,' and "Libtards' rigged the election for Biden and Harris by arranging on those same ballots they 'fixed' for Sleepy & Nasty to also lose seats in the House of Representatives and to miss out on a once in a generation opportunity to flip at least two Senate seats? Yeah, that's how sneaky we all are.
Or, for those hung up on counting ballots particularly those mail-in ballots your Putrid Pumpkin Spice President told you to NOT use, what about those Christmas cards you get every year that show up in the mail after the holiday?
What's your theory on those? The senders don't really love Jesus and aren't happy about his birthday? That maybe those cards are manufactured in China, perhaps in Wuhan, and coated in COVID-19 before the Antifa mail carrier brings them to you? Joke's on you: Trump has been afraid of the mail since his first draft notice showed up all those years ago.
Here's the thing and you, of all people, should appreciate it because you spent the last four years explaining it to me: you lost, get over it. Point in fact, the only way Trump gets to 270 is if he loses a hundred pounds.
What's that I saw on many of those pro-Trump banners and tee-shirts, "Fuck Your Feelings." Finally, we agree on something.
-bill kenny
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