Tighten Your Seatbelts!
Since t-Rump and his Russian asset wife slithered down the escalator in New York in 2015, this country has been on a defective carnival ride of FEAR!
That clanking you heard during the ascent to the top before plummeting down that first cliff was terrifying! Turns out the ride isn't over and now the rollercoaster of incompetence and grift is stuck upside down at the top of the loop. Every rider is screaming and hanging against a rusty “safety bar” hoping the operator is able to get them safely down.
At the controls is the newly confirmed Attorney General, Todd Blanche! Smiling that demonic grin of success over Justice, he is determined to make certain the terrifying ride ends with t-Rump as King of this deteriorating carnival of government which has survived for 250 years!
The bolts holding the track to the framework are straining to hold the weight of ALL those riders.
The soulless, cowardly senators who voted to confirm Blanche are scampering back into the cracks like cockroaches in the kitchen when the lights are turned on.
The repairmen trying to enter the carnival are being threatened by the carnival's bald, orange, pedophile owner.
Will we survive this ride?! Time will tell! This administration of absolute EVIL is doing everything it can to destroy our system of government! Masked ICE Gestapo are murdering citizens!
Poll watchers are being threatened by administration personnel at primary places. Election denying candidates are running in many states in hopes of gumming up the works of the rides.
Meanwhile, WE, the decent, empathetic, patriotic voters are trying to use the power of our votes to close down this carnival of terror!
In November, we'll know who won this battle. The war isn't over until this administration faces a new Nuremberg style trial for t-Rump and his sycophants!
As a devout atheist, I pray that we, the people, prevail.
We MUST continue to fight! We MUST continue to protest! We MUST win this WAR!
Yes we shall prevail. I loved my days back in the mid- 70s to early 80s. It was a tabacco farm and feed cattle ranch. Down the road was a dairy. Had myself a huge garden, three cherry, two peach. and a pear three. It was great. Good memories of Bowman’s Bottom Road. I’m pretty hopeful for the midterms at least the House. We will never have a supermajority to throw him out. But, we can hobble the pig so he won’t kick so much. We must keep the pressure on.
Love the roller coaster analogy. From my view I see the fat orange pig going down fast. If the stars are on our side we will be able to roast him just like when I lived in Kentucky. Drive a long pole through his mouth and out his anus get some friends to help you lift him up onto the two forked spit over a slow burning hardwood fire and give him a quarter turn every 15 minutes. Slow cooked pulled pork for everyone.Thanks again.