Desperate Times call for Desperate Snark.
“Art of the Fail”, “Death of The Salesman”, “Played Again, Sam”, “The Bunny of Wall Street”, “Die Not So Hard”, “Politically Dead Man Walking”, I could go on but you catch my drift.
Ever wonder how Micheal Corleone wudda felt if he had gone into the restroom during his meeting with Virgil Sollozzo and ended up returning to the table faced with Sonny & Clemenza’s Nightmare Scenario?
Well, there’s a lotta Deplorables feeling that way today.
And since King Dealmaker is Hot to Trot with Mueller fresh on the heels of Friday’s clusterfark I’m figuring we need to start thanking Our Lucky Stars that we had a good year and a few months of Trump before The Worm Turns Completely and we’re left with 18 months of Placeholder Pence.
To pinch a phrase from The Cements, come November it’s not gonna be so much a Blue Wave as a Receding Red Tide.
We all knew it was gonna be a longshot, but we staked our bets, drew the cards and held our collective breath.
In Vegas, in Atlantic City, in The Swamp and in Banana Republics world wide The House Always Wins.
Gotta start playing the Powerball again.
The odds are better…