While Republicans skate perilously closely to an imperial presidency with a chief executive whose escape from impeachment cultivates inappropriately excessive inflated hot-air hubris. . . Democrats must ask themselves if the United States of America is really ready for a Chief Executive who is:
a) a silver-tongued socialist?, or
b) a smooth-talkin' gay mayor who would bring a first-man to 1600 Pennsylvania Ave?, or
c) a fem-firebrand whose hot-air pop-culture propulsion allows no admission of real budget-balancing?, or
d) a white-privileged-Establishment guy who thinks he can waltz into the nomination without any early primary kudos because the other prospective candidates are operating on the loosey leftist fringe of lala land?
. . . and they slog cluelessly through the detritus of what used to be conscientious, responsible American guvment.
Meanwhile, hunkered-down in the flyover outback, their hulking Gross Ole Party nemesis inflates itself with visceral followers whose clueless devotion to their intrepid bull in the china shop commander drives up the ante on an impending viral-video-driven quasi-final episode of russian-assisted rulette!
Glass Chimera
Sunday, February 9, 2020
DemmieAsses vs RepubliBrawn
Labels:
Democrats,
dysfunction,
election,
extremism,
politics,
Republicans
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