Elections and a Stone Cold Tiny Teaspoon of Guts

People say Democrats, as politicians, have no spleen. No guts. They’re whiny. They never get anything done. And the average voter about town liberal, little skip doodle dandy, can be sorta kinda a little bit on the shitty side. For the most part this is all true. BUT. The Republican truck driving, fart huffin, sister groping zealots are deeply shitty, and worse, they’re a pack of bootlicking toadie suckers lining up for a good ole fashioned iron rod of War Jesus cornholing by some greedy, truly despicable monsters. Top of the party to the lowest dummy, all fucked. Don’t laugh! Those cretins are real! The people fooling them are no joke. That’s modern American politics. But tonight, as the nation boils, brimming over the top and slopping down the sides like a vat of ten day old herring gumbo with horseflies in it, I realize the Democratic leadership does have a tiny teaspoon of guts. It took guts to run a creepy old sack of shit like Hillary Clinton against a monster. Genuine balls. Biden is a safe bet, but only just. The only Democrats I know who are enthusiastic about Biden? A Hollywood jizz toilet who was worried about her Botox so Bernie Sanders was OUT (?). Two dipsticks who think ‘we need someone soothing’ (like the President and a therapist should have something in common) and three soccer moms, all three of whom would instantly call the cops on a homeless person who happened on to their suburban street. No, the bet is we will all be so fucking scared of four more years of Trump that we’ll vote for Biden. And that, dear reader, takes a stone cold teaspoon of guts. Seems like gambling. I don’t gamble myself, but if I did? I wouldn’t gamble with your children’s future, or women’s rights, or the environment, or human rights, or… any of it. But here we are. So remember when you vote you have a human right underneath your American rights. You are, first and foremost, an animal just barely out of the savanna. You still have the right to be pissed. That right has nothing to do with your birth certificate. It’s in your DNA.