It’s getting down to the wire, and I’m in a quandry.
I can’t decide what to do.
On one hand, I want to run and hide until well after next Tuesday’s election. I’m afraid of what might happen. This is worse than thinking we’d elect Mitt Romney President in 2012, after just one term of Barack Obama. That November night I was really worried the racists and the bigots would pull it out of the hat, and give the win to Romney. Fortunately, it turned out well that time. I was stunned when we then handed this country over to Donald Trump in 2016. How could anyone think he’d be a better President than Hillary? Even if you hated her with a passion, how could Trump be a better choice?
On the other hand, I find myself hitting the refresh icon on my Twitter and Facebook feeds much too often, worried I might miss something. These Trump caravans of lifted trucks, and these super-spreader rallies worry me. He’s whipped them into a frenzy, and I’m afraid they’ll go nuts when he loses. Especially if he loses by a landslide.
I’m crossing my fingers and hoping we’re smart enough to toss the right-wing, fascist trash out, and clean house. The White House. The Senate, too. But I’m really worried about the after-math. It’s making me as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
If we’re not, smart that is, we’ll deserve our fate. Putin will be cackling with glee if we don’t toss Trump, McConnell, McCarthy, and Nunes from office with numbers that clearly repudiate them and their malfeasance.
So I’m sitting here trying not to be nauseous, telling myself that everything will be fine, and that on January 20 we’ll have real leadership and experience at the helm. That no matter what Trump and the GOP did to damage our country, the repair crews will be dispatched, damage control parties will be at work, and we can step down from Red Alert to merely Yellow Alert. The ship of state will be refitted, even if we have to go into space-dock to do it.
As much as I keep telling myself that, though, I keep wondering about a remote bunker without internet access or cell phone coverage.
Oh, who am I kidding?
“click” refresh
I’m on Devin Nunes’ email list, and boy, is it a roller coaster ride!
Boy, do I get emails! I’ve managed to end up on just about every candidate’s begging list, and it seems to be getting worse every day.
In the latest round of the saga of poor Carrie Prejean, a sex tape of the former Miss California USA has been introduced into the plot. As you’ll recall, Miss Prejean became a darling of the right wing after coming in second in the Miss USA contest. Her response to a question on same-sex marriage, not noted for it’s intelligence or delivery, even if a dearly held belief of Miss Prejean’s, became instant fodder for the judge who asked the question, on-line gossip 
JimmieJoe 
If at first you don’t succeed, change the rules!
September 28, 2019
Jim Reeves commentary, Humor change the rules, classified emails, Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, private email server, snidely whiplash, State Department, Vladimir Putin Leave a comment
“Hmmmm… we’ve been unable to nail Hillary on anything! ANYTHING! Curses, foiled again!”
*lightbulb*
“I know! We’ll retroactively classify material that was sent in routine State Department and government emails, and start harassing people about having classified information on their computers!!! Bwahahahahaha!”
Stunned career official (SCO): “But how does that make sense? Why would we do that? How does that become Hillary’s fault??”
Trump appointee (TA): “Because these emails ended up with her, so anyone who sent them is guilty, too! Since she had classified material on unsecured computers, SHE’S GUILTY! AND SO ARE THEY! Bwahahahahaha!!”
SCO: “That makes no sense! You can’t retroactively classify materials that were unclassified, then harass people about them!”
TA: “Watch us.”
Fox News: NEWSFLASH! Classified emails! Hillary! Benghazi!
MAGAts: “SEE!!! WE TOLD YOU!!! LOCK HER UP!!!!!!!!!!”
Trump: “NO COLLUSION, TOTAL EXONERATION, WITCH HUNT, BIDEN!”
Everybody else: “WTF?”
Vladimir Putin: “Bwahahahahaha”
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