Monday. And how.
As I’m spilling pet food all over the counter with frantic animals underfoot first thing this morning, the TV tells me that the man running for the most important office in the free world, the man who should recall in ANYONE who is paying even half-ass attention the terrifying trappings of the European Fascists who led us into one of the greatest bloodbaths in human history, is now, for the first time, ahead in the polls.
Then within minutes, I see online postings that the woman who worked to rig the candidacy for the woman running against the Fascist man for that same highest office — this woman candidate already with severe trust issues with the American public — has resigned in one breath in disgrace from her position of influence over a major political party, and then in the next, received a prominent job as part of the campaign with the clearly tone-deaf trust-issue candidate. So trust is no longer merely leaking, it’s hemorrhaging.
Holy shit! What the hell did I get out of bed for today?
Oh, right. The pets. The sane, hungry, happy pets.
Anyway, I’m sure we’ll do well with with the in-every-way-bankrupt woman-hating racist xenophobe Christian-by-convenience put-the-brown-ones-on-a-national-registry president, the woman-hating smoking-is-just fine-for-you VP, and good-ol’ Chachi as Secretary of State. Right?
Right?
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