Well it had to happen eventually. That it held off until my Thanksgiving hosting was over last night was a gift I should appreciate.
I’m a little under the weather. I blame the Omicron Variant. I should never have gone on that Zimbabwe Big Game Safari but who could resist the thrill of shooting and stuffing the last Black Rhino in the world? I will have him displayed in the smaller trophy room next to my Yeti and the Blue Whale that got stuck in my larger anchovy net.
Now that the first holiday food onslaught is done I will clear my thoughts for whatever new disasters Dementia Joe has planned for us this week. They’re bound to be impressive. With his colon cleared of all obstructions his mind will be razor sharp. December promises to be a gaffe-tastic extravaganza. My hope is for a cat fight between AOC and Pelosi on the floor of the House chamber. My money is on that old bag Nancy. I think she keeps a razor hidden in her fake eye. AOC’s just not ready yet.
So stay tuned. If I don’t succumb to the Bungle from the Jungle I’ll faithfully opine on the comedies of our times.