I pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday. Then I get on my knees and pray….We don’t get fooled again! The Who
Oh, sweet Jeebus, not this nonsense again! Well, you can’t pull the wool over my eyes, I’m allergic to the stuff. What was it that Bush Lite once said? “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice,and, and, and you won’t fool me again,” or some such rot.
The fake news is coming fast and furious, and we don’t even need Russians this time. No matter where you turn, CNN, MSNBC, Face the Nation, This Week in Washington, it’s all the same. Hosts, pundits and talking heads, hell, even retired GOP congresscritters and Republican strategists are tossing the GOP dominated House into the political LaBrea tar pits. The “Party of Lincoln” built their cabin out of logs with no notches in them, and now the whole damn thing is collapsing in around them.
BULLfuckingSHIT! I’ve heard this song before, and it sounds like Spike Jones and the City Slickers. I can’t remember what I had for lunch yesterday, but I can sing this tune verse and chorus. And I have absolutely no interest at all in repeating history.
This song wasn’t sung all that long ago. It was September-November 8, 2016. Trump was an ass clown, he was dead in the water. Sane Republicans wouldn’t be caught dead voting for him, and good Lord, even his own kids were too lazy to register properly to vote in the primary. Bill Clinton was about to make history as the nations original “First Gentleman.” Trump’s entire platform was nothing but tired cliches and dog whistles. But guess what? When the dog catcher takes a day off, the pooches tend to get into mischief.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. we’re +39 in races held since election day, we trimmed the GOP’s nails in VA last year, flipped a Senate seat in Alabama, flipped a GOP seat in PA-18, and flipped a WI Supreme Court seat. You know what that means? It means that the people in VA, AL, PA-18 and WI did the work! They mobilized, they did the donkey work, they registered, and they got their asses to the polls and voted. Which is exactly what everybody has to do everywhere between now and November, or all of their hard work will not have helped us.
So, no more dicking around, not again. Every race is a 100-1 shot, and every candidate is Seabiscuit. We drive neighbors to the DMV to register. We make so many phone calls we need a second mortgage to cover our cell phone overage charges. We knock on more doors than a Jehovah’s Witness. We are going to drag this horse all the way to the end, and then we are going to flog it over the finish line. Why? Because if the Tangerine Tantrum taught us one thing, it’s that there is no such thing as a sure thing. What did Jamie Lee Curtis say in True Lies? “Failure is not an option.” Never were truer words spoken.