::::::::
Ol' Doom and Gloom me. Now doing the "I was wrong" Dance! Which includes a few chest tapping meo culpas, and absolutely NO petulant foot stomping. Danced to a sprightly polka tune or a vigorous tarentalla. Arms raised Whoo Hoo style.Tin foil hat tipped to the left, and slipping from my brow. Maybe I'll flatten it out and make some cookies!
I love to be wrong. About my not so prophetic dark sinster musings.
Wrong about the theft of this election.
Wrong about the slavish, fearful, manipulated public.
Wrong in my assessment of American complacency.
Wrong about buying tequila to dull the pain. Happy to switch to champagne!
Whoo Hooo, "I Was Wrong" dance going full tilt boogie. Wonder if I should do it nude!
Heck, I'm not even going to LOOK for worms in the apple. Just going to take a huge bite and damn the worms. We can handle the worms.
Worms BEWARE!
Revolution Has Arrived
