Hey, I’m surprised it’s November. Aren’t you?
Last night Herself showed me a meme making the rounds on Facebutt, something about 2016 being the kind of year an apocalyptic movie would use to set the scene for how the whole world went to hell.
Sounds about right to me.
But is it really only a preview of coming attractions?
Take this presidential election (please). It matters who wins, of course. But even if The Hilldebeast prevails over Insane Clown Pussy, unless the Senate and House flip to Donk control, the next four years will make the last eight look like the Golden Age of Athenian democracy.
Hell, I anticipate that the immediate aftermath might embarrass any banana republics that aren’t already embarrassed on our behalf. Whether he loses big or little we should not expect ICP to go gentle into that good night. Imagine a large, oversugared toddler being dragged to bed after learning Santa brought him wool undies instead of a red trike. Better take his phone away first.
His supporters will be equally sanguine about an unhappy outcome, I’m certain. The Secret Service is probably already taking bids on Iron Man suits, Batmobiles and Terminators.
Mind you, this assumes an unhappy outcome for ICP and his merry men, which is not at all a sure thing. Plenty of smart folks gave the old hee, and also the haw, to the notion of Alfred E. “Worry” Bush ever getting into the Oval Office, and look how that turned out, if you can bear to.
We’re in what used to be called “the final stretch.” Alas, it’s only the beginning.
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I was one of those who tried to put a lipstick on the pig that was Dubya, saying, “Oh well, just like his daddy, he’ll be a one-term wonder. How much can he screw up in four years?” Little did I know we’d still be dealing with the dump he took on the world after taking the bait put out for him by Osama and Co. on 9/11/2001.
How many military fiascos would the greasy orange turd get us into?
Fiascos both military and economic, I fear. Remember, he not only knows more than the generals, he’s a whiz at business.
This must be why investors are shitting themselves at the thought of him winning.
Sure, go ahead and ruin my day by confirming my thoughts (nightmares).
It’s messing with my mind, too, Charley. I just went out to shoot a bunch of video for a bike review and didn’t find out until I got home that while distracted by events with global consequences I’d managed to rejigger the cam to shoot 640×360 instead of 1920×1080.
Gah, etc. I will never be smart.
Good on you, PO’G for voting! Wish more eligible voters would do the same…….after actually researching the candidates and issues.
We mailed ours in last week.
For what it’s worth, I had a real hard time seeing “The Turkonator” in the photo. Pretty good camo effort there. You might want to consider using some large firewood tongs if the spatula doesn’t work……room temp of course.
I always like to hit the polls in person, JD. It’s interesting to chat with the folks working the joint, gauge turnout, pick up little bits of gossip.
One of the poll workers was a cyclist who does three or four centuries per annum. Another confided that working school-board elections was the worstest (low turnout, and all of ’em angry).
The Turk just sort of fades into the background there, doesn’t he? You have to keep an eye peeled for Miss Mia Sopaipilla, too … she likes to tunnel under the covers and make a lumpy little nest for herself.
You’re scaring me! Plus Reuters has a piece on today on the 3 percenters shenanigans in Georgia.
Both of these “candidates” are more interested in winning than governing. Especially the really unpredictable orange narcissistic sociopath who would drop a bomb because of a personal insult on the tweety bird thingy.
I think John Oliver has it right.
I’m not saying it would be right to lock a nude Anthony Weiner into a shipping container full of live cobras and a streaming webcam. I’m just saying I’d pay to watch.
Yup, me too. And, we voted last week trying to make this end. It didn’t work. I think we are going camping (read no internet connection, TV, and I ain’t taking a radio) on Monday for two days to avoid the worse of it.
That sounds like a plan. A desert island for a couple of days. Plenty of hammock time. When a bottle with a note in it washes up on shore, you just chuck it back into the surf.
Whoever gets the most votes doesn’t matter, it seems that the american people are the losers.
P.S. Remember: Anthony Weiner was a Democrat. I just saw a show on HBO where he was running for mayor of New York. I think that’s where his computer was used by his wife.
I think it was actually Anthony’s wiener that was running for mayor. It’s not as big a dick as he is.
Well, probably not as big as he wishes it was?
Well, when the conversation gets awkward or needs a quick change of subject we can now say, “How about them Cubs?”
Ah, the base ball. I was wondering if that topic would come up. I understand the pastime is a popular one, to be enjoyed while sitting down, consuming haute cuisine and the finest adult beverages.
As John Cleese once noted, when the British hold a world championship, they actually invite other nations to compete.
Not a baseball fan either. But, it was a very welcome diversion from the other news. Too bad the Le Tour doesn’t start right now.