The night of the election I went to bed. Course I did not sleep well. Then I was having to be to work at 5AM and so I got up at 3AM.
Expecting the worst, I flipped the TV on and with one eye lid half open got the surprise of my life!
At the time I was doing security for a company that was a former affiliate that I am sure is a CIA front, but I digress. Any way I could not stop smiling for days! But I had to keep it on the down low.
Most of the big shots are not from flyover country. They are ridiculous. They actually had 3 hissies and a herd of cows, over a .22 caliber bullet casing. It must have fallen out of someone's pocket. LOL.
Our building was on 2000 acres with a long winding driveway leading up. They installed guard shacks to stop cars on all entries when a disgruntled employee rolled one under a supervisor’s door.
What? How COULD you. I sat through the whole thing. It was wonderful watching the "journalists" mood change over time. Also, I had a hundred bucks riding. Which I WON. Thanks, The Donald.
The after election gloating was GLORIOUS. MAGA hat on my noggin, I pranced around town like I was the prince of the city, collecting stares of awe and smiling knowingly at my crushed enemies and hearing the lamentations of their women. It was a good time to be alive.
I was doing security for a company...
Your gung fu must be adequate.
...over a .22 caliber bullet...
It could have dropped out of an assassin's violin case, or dropped from a Mexican banditos bandalero. One can never be too careful, you know. Keep your head on a swivel.