By Andy Weddington
Friday, 26 October 2018
Audiences like their blues singers to be miserable. Janis Joplin
For many a full moon, some blue, now Democrats, fake polls, fake media, loons, and most any f(l)ake suffering President Trump have been forewarning Blue Wave.
No mention of size just it's coming.
But there's (been) nary sign.
No quakes. So not tsunami.
No tremors. So not even beginning surfer's wish.
Nothing learned from election November 2016.
Like then, signs aplenty Red Crush cometh.
Take note turnouts at President Trump rallies.
And it matters not where - tens of thousands inside (lining up days before for that entry) and tens of thousands outside.
Contrast to numbers turning out to see Obama, Clinton, et al. - barely enough to fill an airport restroom closest to the gate of an emptying tin bladder.
But fake polls continue.
Fake news covering fake polls continues.
The industry circle-jerk shameless.
A day or so ago President Trump again scolded fake news.
But Mr. President, Sir, it is not in fact fake news. There's nothing newsy about it.
It is concocted anti-Trump propaganda, limited only by the sick imagination of the deranged, to remove you from office. Call it such!
Desperate, the collective against our President. They carry on off key. Blues never sounded so sorry.
This week fake bombs.
Comedy.
From that published to date it seems someone emailed an address labels boilerplate around with instructions to complete, print and affix to envelope. And use American flag stamps.
Considering the now known conspiratorial efforts to take out President Trump, it is not only not inconceivable but probable Obama, Clinton, FBI, and Russians colluded in this stupid failed effort, too.
Logically, why would investigation begin elsewhere?
That's hint, Mr. Attorney General.
And when proven Blue ties, which should be easily done within days, will media, on key and in harmony, so sing?
There's wave coming alright.
Red Tsunami.
In victory, to comfort the miserable Blue, Guy Lombardo and his Orchestra have a nice rendition of 'Red Roses For A Blue Lady.'
Wail the Blues, baby. Wave goodbye.
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