A Farewell to Arms

Hear any good jokes lately?

Me neither.

Unless you want to count Nikki Haley's farewell lovefest, where she promised to campaign for "this guy" and waxed poetic about Jared Kushner's "hidden genius" (good Lord, I hope we've seen the last of her, but I'm not optimistic).  And possibly Trump's call for decorum was funny, or would be funny if it weren't so freakishly bizarre coming from the calumnious mouth of President Surly.

Actually, it was pretty funny.  So maybe it's me.  

It is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find the silver linings of humor amongst the clouds in Trump's brain.  Likewise for the bottom-feeders who encourage him.  His supporters are funny only when you turn off the sound and look at what they're wearing.  And the only thing funny about Jeff Sessions (besides his ears) was Kate McKinnon.

I have Trump Fatigue.  With any luck, it's contagious.

So I'm winding this down.  I don't want to degenerate into just another sour, angry voice.  And I have confidence in our newly elected Democrats in Congress.  This is NOT to say, however, that I won't be back if Kellyanne Conway's husband runs off with Sarah Sanders.  Or, better yet, Mike Pence.

I'll leave you with two things.

First, I have the perfect solution to Russian influence in our elections.  Get off of Facebook.  And Twitter.  And whatnot.  Now.  No excuses.  Easy, right?  And remember, the Internet is for one thing:  shopping.

And secondly, this shocker from a biography of the Trump family which my husband gave me to read for research purposes (and which, thank God, I no longer need):

Eric is the smart one.

Words of Wisdom

Beware of snowflakes in pink hats.

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

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.  

Dear Donald Trump, Jr.

Dear Junior,

Shave.

Post-pubescently yours,

Underemployed

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