Dear Progressives,
Congratulations; you’ve finally proven to the world that selling a pig to anyone is simple a matter of applying enough lipstick. I’m sure she’ll be adequately comfortable in the Vice Presidential residence while conspiring to depose Joe’s demented old ass.
Go out and celebrate your very, very expensive victory. Drink, dance, act a fool, smoke a doobie, blow a couple of lines and all your friends. Wake up four days from now with your guts on fire and your head like a train wreck. I want you to have a good time. In fact, if about a third of you die of overdose or alcohol poisoning …
As for those of you who survive, some bad news: All the **** you’ve been talking about “finding”, “punishing”, “deprogramming”, etc.; now you’re going to have to make good on it. “Cleansing”, one of you phrased it, as in “ethnic cleansing”. Great; I want to play that, too.
So go puke your liver out, **** a condom, take several aspirins, and consider the Brave New World you worked so hard to bring about. That’s the world where your pathetic ass comes hunting ME.
See you in the woods.
Hiram
