I sit here, grumpy, before my computer screen, tapping away on a little keyboard made by Chinese teenagers in a sweatshop so that Apple can become the world's richest "prog" corporation.
The Diplowife is in an adjoining room doing a step class with her "friends" on YouTube. The Diplowife, by the way, is alternately amused and disgusted by the "Hilaria" Baldwin story, in which this New England "progressive" claims to have been born in Spain. The Diplowife is an actual Spaniard, well, Basque, but close enough, and can't understand the level of mental illness that drives "progressives," such as the Baldwins, to claim to be something they are not--the Diplowife, by the way, has no trouble pronouncing the name "Baldwin," and, unlike "Hilaria," knows the English word for "cucumber,"which is "cucumber."
I tell her that nothing about the leftists is real, except their desire for power at any cost and via any means. Yes, Elizabeth Warren and Kamala Harris, I am thinking of you, you lying frauds.
The "President-elect," trying to channel his inner Churchill, tells us that dark days, "a dark winter," lie ahead because of a viral infection with a nearly 100% rate of survival. How inspiring. We will be led into "battle" by a senile moron. This gaga idiot can't even deliver a poorly written speech. No matter what happens on January 20, I will never consider that corrupt criminal plagiarist fabulist pervert as MY President--neither he nor that "fraudulency" he has as a Veep who likely will take-over soon if Beijing Biden gets "inaugurated."
Oh, and, of course, now that we have a vaccine for the ChiCom virus, the progs come up with the story of a new form of the virus, a mutation, to justify keeping us all locked down: more pucky from the leftist horse ranch.
I can only hope and pray that 2021 will prove a better year than 2020. Could it be worse? Maybe . . . "President" Harris . . . .
Happy New Year.