Thursday, November 01, 2018
Going to a Go Go
As there might not be a "blue wave" in 2018, I thought I would just cut my losses and finally be on a winning team.
And you know what they say: if you can't beat them; join them.
So on Monday - the day before the mid-terms, I am going to a BLOTUS rally.
Oh, I should probably stop calling him that, right? Old habits die hard.
Ok. Ok. I can't do it anymore. Why isn't it April Fools? WHY?
I am, but am not, going to the rally.
I registered. I got two tickets. ............just so two other twisted motherfuckers cannot attend. Yes, that is how I spend my time. Thwarting the GOP at whatever turn I can take. It's the little things, really.
Sure - now they have my phone number, but so fucking what. It's a small price to pay for continually fucking with them for as long as I can stand it.
Oh - and there's a website and everything, including a 'store'. ....and a 'Promises Kept' link, that I cannot cannot cannot bring myself to click on.
Truth be told - I considered for a nanosecond to go, to see what it would be like, but I have a feeling I'd be murdered. Or maybe like Boston, it'd be more than a feeling.
....and it's on a school night. Who can be bothered, except for all those out of work auto-workers who will go because BLOTUS is bringing car jobs back to America? They've got - and will continue to have - nothing but free time.
Me? I have beer to drink from the confines of my own sofa.
Song by: the Rolling Stones