Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

It warms the cockles of my heart to hear you label something you heard on "Fox & Friends" as Fake News.  And it's about time.

Could this be the start of something beautiful?  Like Republicans turning on themselves in an orgy of mass self-cannibalism?  One can only hope.

Wishfully thinking,

Underemployed



Monday, November 5, 2018

Out on a Limb

I know I'm going out on a limb here.  I'm not predicting a Blue Wave tomorrow, but a Blue Tsunami.  I think there are a few groups of people who are being underrepresented in the polls:
  1. Women.  Who are just too through.  (Looking at you, prehistoric Republican arthropod on CNN who made fun of our pink hats.  Guess the message was too subtle for you.)
  2. Young adults.  Who are tired of being lied to.  And shot at.  And probably wouldn't mind legal weed.
  3. People with pre-existing medical conditions.  Which is fucking everybody.  (You morons.)
And I'm pretty sure the vast majority of these groups have:
  1. Better things to do than communicate with pollsters, and  
  2. Caller ID.
So forget the polls and here's my prediction:  The House is going Blue...

...AND the Senate.  The Governors, too.

Think of it:  Investigations!  Subpoenas!  Grand Juries!  Indictments!  Russians!  TAX RETURNS!  It's going to be glorious.

YOU can be part of the magic.  And have a really good excuse to party tomorrow night. 

Get out and vote Blue.  


Thursday, November 1, 2018

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

Saw your press conference today.  And I have to say, whereas I appreciate your concern for the safety and well-being of the American Woman in the shadow of an "invasion" of Central American migrants, to tell the truth I'm more afraid of Brett Kavanaugh.

For real,

Underemployed


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

While You're at It

Dear Mr. Trump,

As long as you're picking apart the Constitution, can we address the "well regulated Militia" part of the Second Amendment?

Punctiliously yours,

Underemployed

Dear Kanye West

Dear Kanye West,

No shit.

Welcome back,

Underemployed