Lightning struck La Casa del Strozek this past Sunday afternoon.
Your Uncle Bruno somehow found himself on the receiving end of one of Rasmussen Reports automated polling calls.
Due to a longstanding case of transgender, transracial and transgeriatric confusion Your Uncle Bruno is now and forever counted as a 40-49 year old Hispanic female in the annals of robo-polling.
Deal with it Haters.
I also self ID’ed as an independent moderate conservative so as not mess too much with their sample profile.
The questions started with queries about my support for El Donaldo Maximus. Highest possible scores were given for the country’s Right Track, general Trump job approval and the direction of The Economy.
There was a question about terrorism concerns for travelers over Thanksgiving to which I gave a middle of the road response.
Shockingly (pun intended) my electronic inquisitor then moved on the asking the inevitable questions of “What about Al Franken?”
I gave him a “somewhat unfavorable” overall score, said he should not resign and when asked a follow-up about is the press making a mountain outta a molehill regarding reportage of sexual harassment stories in general offered up a firm “you betcha.”
There were also questions about frequency of credit card use, the importance of Thanksgiving and about investment portfolio risk tolerance.
Then, after my new cyber Gal Pal had had her electronic way with me, she was done.
I was impressed at the way the questions were quickly framed and presented. I can see how the unsophisticated lo-info dolts who do not read Sparta Report would easily get into a response rhythm that was essentially honest and straightforward.
Your Uncle Bruno, on the other hand, being a devious and curmudgeonly sort quickly caught on and skewed the answers to best response position for reflecting The Spartan Ethos.
One other thing – seeing as I don’t watch NFL football anymore the poll was a welcome reprieve from the daily grind of Enforced Content Creation under the watchful eyes and whips of The Big Dogs (NWC, Fossten & Doomberg.)
I even got extra gruel for dinner.
Take that Rubbish & Pu…