Forget the old Hoover 1928 campaign promise, “A Chicken for every pot.” The Democrats a promising a “Banana for every voter.”
Trump that, Orange Man.
Imagine, if you will…
“It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the ‘No Police’ Zone.”
Imagine, if you will, working late, perhaps on an article about Social Justice in the United States, and getting a call from your wife… hysterical, hiding in the closet with your baby daughter. She says people have broken into your house. They’re ransacking it looking for valuables to loot. Or maybe looking to rape or murder.
She’s called 9-1-1. She’s only gotten voicemail. “Due to Police Defunding and heavy call volumes, response times will be approximately 8 hours and 31 minutes. Your call is important to us so if you would like a call back in 8 hours and 29 minutes, please leave your phone number.”
The balls in your court. What will you do?
Darwin finds himself literally rolling on the floor laughing his ass off at his discovery of the, shall we politely say, “closed” nature of the New Democrats gene pool. He finds this particularly ironic due to their fixation on making references to ‘cousins’ and ‘Arkansas’ and ‘Trump voters’. But, of course, he notes sagely, anyone that believes “Socialism” works is a few genomes short of 23andMe.
Natural selection deems that some individuals serve as a warning to others. Who are we to disagree? The next generation, ever and anon, is descended from the survivors
Vote for Socialism and you may find that you life “on socialism” ends up looking more like the results of the old “this is your brain on drugs” commercial than some proletarian Utopia – assuming you could get an egg, of course.
The Original Rachael Leigh Cook Brain on Drugs