Look Who Just Fell Out Of. a Coconut Tree?

 

“I didn’t get frightened until three weeks after it had begun, when I began to read the American papers and found…how near we were to being whipped.”  General George S. Patton

Like many of you, I felt a sense of relief when Biden stepped down and endorsed Kamala Harris for the nominee of the Femocrat, I mean Democrat Party. Until then we had been like Mohammed Ali dancing around the ring chanting, “I’m so pretty!” while his opponent was crawling around, picking up his teeth. I expected schoolgirl statements and Trump trashing her with his famous wit. My opinion was “Well, they have to run somebody, and at least she will live until November 5!”

Then Harris left her morning shower and I was the school kid! Money started filling the coffers of the Dem Party like McDonald’s had just come out with a fifty cent Big Mac and the Democrats stood up on their hind legs and started planing for the inauguration. God save the Queen!

Now we are the ones running an old man. Now they will start analyzing Trump’s every breath hoping he’ll wheeze and cough through his speech at his next rally. There’s going to be speculation on how much his recent near miss with death has affected his mental stability.  And Ali IS looking a bit tired  

Nobody, least of all me, expected Kamala Harris to come out swinging like she did. The Democrats had pretty much defined themselves as the Alzheimer’s Choice and Biden and Harris were joined at the hip . . . symbolically. . . he prefers them a bit “younger” if you remember right. Well, it’s time to sit in our corner of the ring, spit in the bucket, and realize that it’s the eighth round. And Kamala Harris is a ringer!

Now c’mon man! Look how we had it lined up. Trump was packing rallies, courts were backing away like a DNA test just came in, he took a shot to the head, shook his fist at his assassin and his opponent was an idiot. Talk about a stacked deck! George Wallace could’ve won that race . . . from his wheel chair! Well, it’s all over now and it sure is Monday. And it’ll be Monday for the next eight years if we get complacent. Imagine eight more years of Democrat rule. Oh, my bad! You thought she’d go home after just four years? Au Contrairé! She’s just getting started. And we have seven more rounds to go.

Behold the resurrection of John F. Kennedy. All Obama had going for him was he was black and it was politically correct to put him in the White House. Harris has that beat hands down. She’s got every ethnicity except Geronimo. She’s the prodigy of two immigrants and comes from California! She’s a walking talking Rainbow flag. The last great Democrat was John Kennedy. He had so much charisma he fooled around with Marilyn Monroe and we all said, “That’s what we’re talking about!” I know, I know, but all Clinton had was Monica and the answer to that, my friend, is blowing in the wind, or rather the Oval Office.

What I’m trying to impart to you is we can lose this election. Biden’s failure will boost Harris’s momentum. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Don’t forget that political pendulum I keep telling you about. And if we sit around, resting on our ear patches she will hand us our collective faces. And trying to impugn her with Biden’s sins won’t work. She was Vice President in charge of sitting by the door. Biden consigned her to anonymity as he took center stage. She HAD to laugh. She had private meetings with Biden. She knew the score. She didn’t utter one peep against “The Boss.” Still won’t! And if we don’t come out swinging she will win! Because she WILL be there for the duration. Did you hear that bell? Well, Fight Fight Fight!