God he sucks
The resultant political order coming out of this election and headed toward the next administration reminds me of my trip in 1984 when I had to rent a big Ryder truck, a towbar and a separate U-Haul trailer for all our stuff; as we went down the road, caravan-style, we made a curious sight - huge truck, vintage car leashed behind and a “Hippy-type air-brushed, flared-wheel California van” with a modern-day oxcart following behind like a whipped puppy.
With Reagan bumper stickers all around we headed east, not knowing the next time we saw such a sight, the democrats would all be in the driver’s seat and the party we carried that whole way had climbed dutifully in the back of the truck and hung over the side rails of the cart like cattle on their way to the slaughterhouse.