Sunday, November 8, 2020

Kumbaya

 

"You won't have Dick Nixon to kick around any more."

I assume there is a big hangover today.  The nation was kicking it last night.  Even Fox has declared Biden next president.  I am happy that Trump lost.  Now, however, we have the compromise and the political shit has already hit the fan.  AOC is being blamed for the closeness of the election and the loss of several house seats.  She is blaming back.  I celebrated.  I even watched Harris's and Biden's speeches.  I watched CNN/MSNBC/Fox leading up to it.  Apparently this was a race for the Vice Presidency.  That is most of what the liberal media talked about.  Fox, too.  Biden, I'm afraid, was mostly an afterthought.  

Harris is a woman, she says, but she won't be the last.  That is how I heard it and how I wrote it.  To friends.  So many platitudes, I couldn't count.  Then came the Biden Bark.  Worst acceptance speech anyone has ever made, or so I wrote.  I made my friends angry, I think.  I interrupted the orgasm.  Nobody wants to hear they are fucking a hooker.  

"No, man, she really loves me."

Joe should have plagiarized again.  But we all know who Joe has to please now.  He's as deep into political debt as Trump is to the Russians.  I've already taken to the streets.  Too soon?  


Some people did think this was funny.  I mean, I AM a clever boy.  

The big news, I told my friends, was that Dave Chapelle, as he did four years ago when Trump won, was hosting SNL.  I don't stay up that late.  Ever, really.  But as big a cynic as I am, I was just too wired to go to sleep.  It WAS a momentous day.  At 11:30, I turned the t.v. on to NBC.  And what did I see?  Really motherfuckers?  A football game!!!!!!!!  Truly.  A fucking college football game.  

And so, like all my friends in their golden years, I watched it this morning.  


It was good.  Dave played Cowboys and Niggers for us.  What?!?  He said it.  I like Chapelle.  He's brave.  

But I like McKinnon, too. 


And so now, we all click our heels together three times and head back to Kansas.  The grand hallucination is ending, we hope.  As I've said, however, Trump was merely the chancre.  It has disappeared, but the syphilis still rages.  If it isn't cured, we will go blind.  Our noses will fall off and we will go mad.  That's the way that disease works.  So what do we do if the infected won't take the medicine?  They won't wear masks.  They don't want vaccines.  It is almost as if they like the disease.  

I don't think the U.S. is about to become any more civil.  I believe the opposite.  The Woke will be buzzing around like drunken wasps while moderate democrats are congratulating one another with cocktails.  Meanwhile, the drunken beer brawlers will be singing anti-abortion hymns with their new Latino brothers while the rich kick back with their adrenochrome dreams.  

Yes, yes, I'm a cynical sonofabitch.  I should be singing Kumbaya with the rest of you, but. . . fuck it.  I have always been a bit of a heretic. 



2 comments:



  1. I think it was "nigga..." Wasn't it?

    It doesn't even sound offensive - any of it - coming from his mouth. It just sounds truthful.

    Well. That's what I think. Sometimes that is the funniest stuff - truth. I know, I know, you have a problem with the word. :)

    I didn't watch the speeches. While I'm v. happy to be rid of the the Orange Monster in 70 something days, I don't need the pre-game pep rally.

    I'd rather watch the videos of people dancing in the street of Philly that my son sent.

    However, I was just visiting Ma and snippets came on the T.V. and I felt embarrassed for both of them. Did Biden really use the "appeal to our better angels?" line?

    If it was Obama - well. That would be different. His oration is art.

    No no, I partook in my bubble bath and skin treatments. I drank a half a bottle of Cab to celebrate the victory. 1/2 before the tub and 1/2 in the tub.

    Lavender candles, bubble bath, wine, edible, a little drunken writing and then bed.

    What friends do you have that believe that Tinkerbell's sister has spread healing fairy dust over the U S of A and soon all will be well?

    I can't imagine any.

    I think rather, you, C.S. the Heretic, like to poke - in this case at the small (in comparison to the world problems) balloon of happiness that seeped slowly into the atmosphere yesterday.

    U standing there waiting for the unsuspecting gleeful with your big Kumbaya stick.

    And of course store away the results for a future data dump. (Though didn't you post a somewhat "Trump won" type of thing the other day?).

    Now, don't get me wrong - someone has to be the Dick. It is an important role.

    Oh. I mean Heretic. And truly, I love Dicks. It is a sickness of mine. Something about the challenge, I think.

    Of course, you have been one of my favorite Dicks for a long time.

    Own it nigga.

    Love,
    Your Best Blogging Friend,
    Lisa x


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    1. No, mam. It was nigger. White people like to kid themselves with words like nigga. It's a beard.

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