So soon?
Do they have to bring me bad news on my days off!?
I had a surge. I was ahead. I was winning.
And now the team comes in this morning and says they have advance private polling that suggests that in the battleground states — I am not ahead. I am losing.
Fake news never sleeps, my nemesis Trump would say.
“These are real numbers” — raccoon face staffer says.
I reply — of course — “go away Rocky (my pet name for raccoon face, I’m not sure what her real name is) — but get me a Bloody Mary first.”
I certainly hope they have something up their sleeve. The plan now is just to wait this one out in the basement and wait for time to pass while we wait for the passage of time. The significance of the passage of time, right? The significance of the passage of time. So when you think about it, there is great significance to the passage of time. And time will pass and if I don’t say much, we will be ok.
I have to win; I need to make changes that will probably make people regret voting for me, but they need to be made. I’m a Kamalanomenon. And we know what’s best for America— higher taxes, more freebies for undocumented “illegals”, bigger government, less individual freedom, less school choice, more biological men in girls sports, less healthcare choices, mandatory electric cars (or no cars at all?) — the good stuff … we know what’s best.
This Bloody Mary is amazing. Raccoon face may have a future as a bartender if this election turns out to be a bust. And I can always brat.