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I Suppose That I Missed the Gloating
Reports are that Trump-backed candidates were 15-0 in the Senate. Now not all of them were the right sort of people, but we assume that a Trump-backed reprobate may be less ruined than a Trump-opposed and soon-to-be tarred and feathered reprobate. Welllll, it’s a process, not a moment.
Red Wave inbound! (May be slow to load — stick with it)
I was looking for some more numbers I saw earlier today on the phone, and, well — we did well. In particular, Trump-backed candidates performed well. So much for round three of “Trump is the kiss of death”. Yeah, he can’t win, he should stay away, he’s poll-box-office poison… heard it before. As I said a while back, the utilitarian Trump-Nopers with their “Trump is simply *bad* for the party’s prospects!” may be misjudging the American mood once again.
I’ll take a moment from my victory lap here to admit that I am not sanguine, but I think I’ve been keeping my doom pill under wraps pretty well these days, as the future is wide open, and we never know whether’s tomorrow’s harvest is more fertility or more fertilizer. We do have excellent prospects, yet the GOP hosers are more than capable of hosing this up. Maybe even by accident, although not necessarily. Prophecy, prediction, warning, threat — there’s a spectrum. Watch for the usual suspects (no, not people here on-site) to begin proving with geometric logic how this just means worse performance in the mid-terms, because now the cat is out of the bag or something. My my my, the Democrats might wake. We should hurry up and lose all of our elections so that never happens!
There may not be many reasons to be giddy, but we deserve a Mimosa to start the day this morning, and By Gum, two on Saturday morning. Sunday? Kari bar the door.
Oh, these are just primaries, or minor elections. Yeah? Where you at, NeverTrump? Thought you were going to put us down once and for all, especially after the walls closed in on Trump what with the bombshell show trials, produced by real show people and everything.
I have a bottle of champagne which has gone unused since its purchase in November of 2020. Might bust that out this weekend. So now after the news has broken, but before the stunned Trump-Nopers regain their mathematical faculties (such as they are), I’m just savoring the sound of a pin dropping. Tinnnng!
Thanks, Trump!
Published in General
I don’t mind asking for directions, but not until I’ve exhausted my searching. My daughter is already giving me grief about it. We were shopping together last week and I was trying to find an item. She kept saying, “Dad, it’s okay to ask for directions.” “Yes, but let me try first.”
I have been trying to be better about finding an employee earlier in the process. It’s a battle fighting decades of inertia.
I find that often even the people who work in the places don’t know where to find what I’m looking for.
He is all troll. Hit and run.
He does not have the protection Jamie or Fred used to get, though.
Assuming it’s the Jamie I remember, didn’t he finally trigger a ban?
Yeah. Took some time.