“We are forces of chaos and anarchy. Everything they say we are, we are. And we are very proud of ourselves.” From We Can Be Together, written by Paul Kantner.
President Shanda turns out to be the one who has been gelded. Donna Trump! The true victors of last week’s election were the Lords and Ladies of Irony.
We most certainly deserve this victory lap. In fact, we deserve a victory marathon. Exhale, try to relax, shake off that hard-earned winner’s rush and get back to work. The Presidential election is a mere 728 days away, and if you look back to where we were two years ago, 728 days barely is a fart in a blizzard.
Of course, we should celebrate our asses off. I’d kiss a nurse in Times Square, if not for that invasive thing. To my horror, I remember when Ann Richards lost the Texas governor’s chair to one of the dimmest light bulbs in the Republicans’ bargain-basement closet of dimwits. The concept of one of our largest states turning from a color so crimson it was deeper than Stalin’s party membership card to the same shade of blue that Donald Trump wanted on his Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool was not on the table.
More to my shock and awe, the South Carolina electorate also turned towards fairness and egalitarianism. People who went to bed early last Tuesday woke up on Earth-2. “Blue South Carolina” is a three-word phrase that I did not have on my Bingo card. Continue reading “Brainiac On Banjo: Better Dead Than Red? … OR … Schadenfreude Is Fun!”
















