Dash'a Red Eye Gravy

No "Surf n' Turf" Tonight Fellow Diners, No Red Wave… not much gravy either...

Nov 10, 2022

Lott've us hopeful folks hung ten and held our collective breaths. We paddled out ta ride the Red Wave, we gave it a good clamdigger try, thinkin' positive like Annette n' Frankie—but, yeah, Wipeout… SIGH (cue them Surfaris…). All we got wuz some pinkish ham drippins' mixed with a wake-up dash'a Joe…(Joe indeed!) a.k.a. Red Eye Gravy (which is act'ually lots more satisfyin' than the eeeee-lection results…)

HORNSWAGGLED!

So, we got hornswaggled frien's... big time, I'm sorry to say. I ain't one fer hopium BUT I was hopin' nonetheless for a big'nuf Surfin' Safari red wave (cuz nuttin' Ventured nuttin' gained!) — I wuz thinkin’ that when them Wicked WoFat Demo-craps turned the tide on them poll warters to Tidy Bowl Blue to "check" that big red wave, that the switch-flip would’a been SO outrageous, so ee-gregious, so OBVIOUS--that even sleepin' fools'd realize the fix was in and that there wuz a ~~monkey~~ dunkey at the throttle, runnin' this election choo choo to rack an’ ruin'... I had a purdy good idea there'd be messin' around—that I knew—but I counted on a far bigger rush’ a red they’d have to counteract… I counted on some real DRAMA and all we got was a stingy swirl’a gravy…

Agin' ---my idear that a red wave would be "corrective" wuz just that, goin' in knowin' full well, like Babar, that party'in with Rhinos is downright dangerous! But I figured it was just a step…a bandaid… Wrong I wuz!

CLEARLY I underestimated the hypnotic power of The-MACHINE-politic over all the Righty Tighties who ain't raisin' Cain 'bout what the Leftie Loosies just done. An' frankly, pul-lenty'o Righty Tighties that contributed to this mess too. And all this aside from the physical machines that were rigged up more than the Jolly Roger! Like I said, we wuz…

Hornswaggled!

To this sorry state've affairs, as Snoopy would say---Waaaah! and as Charlie Brown'd say, "Good Grief!"

Sure, we-the-awake kinda KNEW them "asses" would donkey with the election train by throttl'in the votes an' de-railin' them ballot mash-ines. Seems like 44 stations were down (all red'uns) and outta paper—so it's not just a lark, clearly.

Seems like here in New Yawk the fact that affable Republican Goober-natorial Candidate Lee Zeldin's entire "home county," Suffolk, a very LARGE and purdy densely populated chunk'a NY State, had a) majorly tampered-with election machines that b) necessitated closing some voting stations throughout the county and gettin’ votes havin’ to be hand-delivered… smells a bit like like… red snapper!

I'm not sayin' the man won as this durned state is Bluer than a Bayou (they DO say the race was kinda close so mebbeee…) HOWEVER I mean messin' with the SPECIFIC area of the incumbent fer gawdsakes… that's BALLSY. (Arizona ICED tea anyone?)

BRAZEN SONS’A U-KNOW-WHATS!

Brazen is what they are… flauntin' it like Jennifer Jones in "Duel in the Sun." In broad daylight even! (In the noonday sun…right?) No shame. Like "why both'a?" 8 mice this time, jus' make a chart 'fer the next jab-testin, it's just, ya know, lives. I-Nefarious on their stage… canned applause. Like I said, this time 'round they were so CONFIDENT they didn't even bother with the mice…OR even PRETEND this was a "fair" election… They just tell ya… It all worked out fer "our democracy" didn't it? What frickin' democracy? Whar'd that varmint go? Runned off faster than a greased pig! (“THEY” not only let it go, they gave the poor critter a good kick in the hams to send it off!)

So, even if they take a month 'r two to really "count them votes" (why both'a?)…mebbe there's a little tinge' a pink in a few places, they threw us a scrawny wing-bone drippin’ a little pink liquid like the drops ‘a bloody watery gunk ya get in the baggie when ya thaw yer chick'in. (Sorry—that’s yuky but no yuckier than this “SElection!” Ptooie!…

Indeedy, this was UNAPPETIZING and not the momentary, hoped-for, SATISFYIN' "Big Kahuna Giant Red Wave" I thought we'd at least see fleetingly 'fore they took it away.

Back to the beach New Yawk HoDads! An no no no (Nanette), I ain't givin' up… this was just a setback that left a lousy aftertaste in my mouth. That’s whut ya git if you end a meal with a rotten…guvva’MINT.

Endin' on a wry note with a few songs that seem apt…
Yerz (still wavin’ to y’all…an “hot wax’in” hopeful…even if a bit “Red Eyed…”)
Daisy

PS I may be outta the loop fer a few days—more "movin' doin's" as we git outta this 2 bit town here!

Callin’ out the “ee-lection” results…

This one’s a HOOT (sadly thar’s some truth in this one given CCP /Konnech hullaballoo…)

But…still we gotta (hot) wax hopeful! Surf’s up with SAMMY! (Lost count with the faux red waive but I CAN count on Kool Kat /Righteous Pack Rat! Sammy to cheer me up! ) Count on it!!!!