It was a typical
meet and greet
grip and grin…
and after back slapping one or two big bundlers I polished off the other fifty or so, true and fellow patriots all, with a rather pedestrian hand-job of heartfelt harangue.
Then in fine voice I vilified those vile villains…the heathens, handouts, gov-mint workers, big city folk, school teachers, tree-hungers, illegals ….you know the rest, and then with a big flourish to finish I landed hard on the “other.”
Strokin’ and Stokin’ I can play those dark keys, and at my best, I’m pitch perfect tribal.
No real harm in it. But I confess harmony takes a hit. But ain’t nobody bullish on comity these days. And that colored cacophony you hear coming. Grows more voices for the chorus each damn election cycle.
And sure they may be on the right side of history, but all that proves is “The Enlightenment” was on the wrong side and fallen to commingle and corruption.
So I’ll make hay while our sun still shines, poaching politics with a hand on the dimmer switch. It’s all going dark anyway.
My Bottom Line, My Fellow Americans. Scribbled on a bar napkin, just last night, while some Northrop Grumman clone droned on….reads as follows:
It’s been a ride that has made me rich. And in the main, pulled off with out a hitch. And while it’s a business that can often get grim, did I mention all that sweet young trim, that arrives with Cheery Blossoms on a whim, ready to do good in the District.