Right now, it’s twenty to two on Tuesday. I have no idea who won the Presidential election, if anyone has, and I’m not sure I really care.
I saw this on Facebook about a month ago, and have been tempted to use it for One-Liner Wednesday ever since.
I’m sure we’re all either relieved at the outcome or terrified by it, and probably both.
Mostly, though, we’re relieved that it’s finally over and social media will soon return to normal.
For those of you in non-United States parts of the world, I’m sure you’ve come to the conclusion that we’ve lost our minds, and to be honest with you, I’m not sure I disagree with you. This whole election cycle has gone on like this since the end of the last election cycle (November 4, 2014). That’s 735 days. That’s TWO WHOLE YEARS. And for what? To find out which of two malignant narcissists gets to live at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington DC 20500 and fly around in an airplane called Air Force One and a helicopter called Marine One, all on the public dime, for the next four years or so.
Let’s pledge right now to never let this happen again. Like my blogging friend eViL pOp TaRt says, “Chill Out, America!”
So my thought is, it’s time to chill out, to mend fences. And stop all that carping, backbiting, and acting metaphorically like those monkeys.
Have a beer, hamburgers or tacos, and enjoy sex with a spouse or friend. And thank whatever God you subscribe to that you are an American! Cause, people, we kick ass!
Don’t give up on that. Don’t threaten to flee to Canada or the Isle of the Blest or whatever fantasy you’re into. We know you’re just being full of bovine manure. Americans don’t punt on first down.
I love you all.
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