[true believer forever]

Another FReeper on another thread suggested that we all pop some champagne corks tonight in celebration. I can’t afford that anymore, thanks to transnationalism and globalist policies, but I did go buy a 44 oz. daiquiri. I got my favorite flavor from back in the day: 190 Octane.

It is orange.

Bright, bright, slightly garish orange. Like the victor’s hair. The hair on the top of his head.

The orange haired champion, who set the neocons and radio cheapjacks to naught.

God defend, God bless, and God speed Mr. Trump into the presidency, and confusion and shame to his enemies.

You are a poet like those in the older times whose words rang of glory and hearts poured forth. God bless you and Mr. Trump. I believe and pray the Lord shall be his speed along the way.

[Psalm 144]

Thank you. Iced alcohol, burnt pizza, and the times themselves motivate me to change my tag line once again.