There are no snakes in the grass in Washington DC because there is no grass. Just snakes.
Democrat snakes and GOP snakes. Red snakes and blue snakes. And lots and lots of trouser snakes. In the history of American politics, I can’t think of anything more despicable than the GOP leadership the past four years. Nothing, except for the past 8 weeks.
I expect the Democrats to cheat and play dirty. Corruption is their milieu. So I’m not really angry at them for that. Nor am I mad at the GOP for cheating or for not cheating.
What infuriates and disgusts me is that the Democrats are openly stealing the election from Trump and the GOP is sitting there watching but they won’t say or do a goddamn thing to stop it. The fix is in.
Which gives me an idea. Whenever you see a congressman or Senator in public you should approach them politely, respectfully, and in a non-threatening manner. Just walk right up to them and puke on them. Face, lap, back, it’s macht nichts where they get hit.
But don’t tell anyone I said to puke on them. Tell them it was an accident. I got enough headaches right now.