Status meeting.
Apparently my staff is worried about Halloween. I’m bad at math, but it appears that Spirit Halloween has been predicting the winner of Presidential races correctly for about 30 years based on the sales of their masks.
The Trump mask was just slightly outselling my mask. Just slightly. So, we were not worried. At all.
But now — after the MagaDonald stunt — their stores have been overrun with people wanting the masks, McDonald’s aprons, and fry baskets.
And this has my staff at panic levels. Threat level Dark Orange. That’s the highest level.
I haven’t seen them this panicked since they saw how horrible Tim Walz was at the debate. They are seriously in a tizzy. Over a costume.
Could there be something to it? Could I have “peaked” too early? We have been on a slow but steady decline in enthusiasm and support since the DNC. We have been making mistakes everywhere.
The Catholics are mad because I missed the Al Green or Al Smith or whatever dinner. Also, because I want to kill babies. The Jews are mad because I seem to “hate” Israel and “love” Hamas. In order to play to the Muslims, I have to somewhat stay at least neutral on the conflicts over there. It’s impossible to keep everyone happy.
And the Muslims? They are now mad because I’ve chosen to play cozy with Liz Cheney — and they hate the warmongering Cheneys. And blondes.
We good? Not quite sure. Halloween costumes?
Maybe.