Is Joe gonna' Go?


Political Exhaustipation

I know our democracy is considered "the great experiment" because it is conceptually based on "the individual". . . born with unalienable rights that are not granted by a government, but inherently endowed within each being. It was a government subservient to the individual. 

Well, it is becoming abundantly clear that many of our "individuals" are in emergency need of a strong hand of discipline. While we might accept the blame as an "experiment," we darn sure know that when we deal with a gaggle of individuals day in and day out, an experimental concept will only serve as an excuse for so long and then we need a vote to bury it!

For example, our elections are really getting out of hand. Take, for example, the Democrat's bru-ha-ha about what to do with ol' Joe Biden. He had the misfortune to mess up and get a little confused about what he was saying during his debate with Felon Donald Trump. It appears that getting tongue-tied is much, much more fatal than 34 felony convictions, psychological lying, stealing secret documents from the government, tax evasion....well, you get my drift. It has been the choral group from the Tabernacle Choir singing, "Time to Go, Joe" every minute since!

It's been giving the whole damn country the hee-bee-jee-bies ever since. America is mired in the gooey, stinky mud in the pig pen and with no good way to get out. Like the lousy golfer I always was, I would be screaming for a "mulligan" right about now. 

I understand the biggest hurdle is the cries of "Joe, it's time to go" while the voice from the Oval Office is "Hell No, this is Joe and I ain't gonna' go!"

What's the answer? Do we go to Nov. 5 and the ballot reads, "Donald Trump" vs. "Joe wouldn't go, so we don't know."

It's getting Exhaustipating!





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