I have turned to "on demand" broadcasts so I won't be surprised by a "news flash" cutting into my program to tell me that the POS Elect has decided turn the Washington Monument into a golden statue of himself. I marathoned "Stranger Things" and am now half way through "WestWorld" to keep my attention away from what is happening in Washington, DC.
The result is total mental confusion. Now I am not sure what is real. Is KellyAnne Connelly one of those "hosts" from the WW park. Is the POS the faceless long armed demon that lives in the upside down. Is it me that is crazy or is everyone else hiding the truth from me. Doesn't matter. The more time I can waste until the Trumpmare is over the better.
At some point I was cross-eyed from the never ending stories on Netflix and paused for a moment. One of the cable stations kicked in and I was suddenly watching a clip of the "Thank You Rally" POS tour. I could feel my eyes turn red and my skin crawl. I wanted to yell at the television, but knew that would do no good. So... like countless others I decided to confront the OrangeFace Pussy Grabber on his favorite media. I decided to tweet him. As he was speaking live I tweeted these two missives quickly:
To my surprise I didn't feel any better. Instead of yelling at the television I had sent a Tweet. I seriously don't see the thrill the POS gets out of this form of communication. But a few seconds later I got a response. The notification comes up on my screen and directs me to my Tweeter feed. Orange Face had answered.
Followed by a reply to my second mini-rant:
Knowing that neither the incoming POS nor any of his staff have a sense of humor, I looked more carefully at the reply. It was a dyslexic mistake on my part. I had not sent to the POS... but to @realdonaldyrump. I realized my mistake and sent a reply complimenting the creator of this parody. The response was clearly from a person with whom I have much in common. My hat is off and I lift a drink to the person who is ready with a little light hearted parody to national rage. It defused me.
With a renewed confusion over what is real and what is not, I went back to watching "Westworld". The need to scream out at the television or flame a pompous asshole POS elect with a tweet has been satisfied and exorcised.
As you were,