Some sorry-ass tropes need taking out for a good beating with a lead pipe.
Here are four overdue for another thumping into toothless oblivion.
"CA and NFY run the country."
"The Constitooshun is a dead letter."
"Trump is a fraud."
CA has nearly 40M people, NYFS has about 20M.
NYC has only about 8.5M people.
And for reference, both states combined had about
As Casey Stengel used to say, “You could look it up.”
You can have your own opinions, but not your own facts.
Uncomfortable Reality #1 is that another 50M of your friends and neighbors in Flyover Fucktardia nearly elected Felonia von Pantsuit to the presidency. (Don't like it? Tough shit. Own it.)
The illegals voting hereabouts in Califrutopia merely provided the margin of the totally irrelevant popular victory, while adding nothing to the electoral trouncing she actually got. Thanks for playing, and we have some lovely parting gifts for you.
Uncomfortable Reality #2 is that we can and did “vote our way out of this”, even by such a relative squeaker of fate, with a fractional and abysmal turnout, and as lackluster as the subsequent results have been. TINVOWOOT becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy only for people who insist on floating over the falls in a raft, and throwing the paddles overboard. The actual problem is not that TINVOWOOT, but that electing RINOs doesn’t get you anything more than voting for outright Ds.
WTF, didn’t you people pay attention to GHWB, Dole, Dubbya, McCrazy, and Romney? WTF is this still news to anyone??
And sitting at home with your head up your ass never wins elections. (30% Election Day no-shows, call your office).
(File that under : Duh!)
Uncomfortable Reality #3 is that that pesky old “worthless” Constitution, those idiot Founding Fathers, and their prescient wisdom, saved our collective asses yet again, but no one has the wit to note the obvious on that point. Sorry if anyone’s dogma got run over by reality’s karma. The yappy little mutt had it coming.
Uncomfortable Reality #4 is that unless a lot of jackholes who sit around the one day out of 1461 that it matters pull their tiny heads out of their fat asses, I would not expect a similar electoral miracle in 2020. (If they do wake the hell up, and concurrently send about 50 more small-g government Republicans to the Congress in 2020, instead of more big-government D-lite RINOs, along with re-electing Trump, and we start imprisoning people federally for election-stealing among other high crimes, we can talk. I’m not holding my breath.)
You have about 700 days to deal with what happens after that, assuming the likelier outcome.
And mind the molars scattered on the pavement.