Jerry "Moonbeam" Brown (D- Lunitardia), zombie governor of Califrutopia two times for two disastrous terms each outing is finally, absolutely, undeniably positively politically dead, having been termed out of the second eight year rolling disaster on Californians by glorious term limits, and cannot ever come back to do the job again, not even if Bruce Jenner's doctor performs a choppadickoffame on him and he changes his name to Loretta, because he wants to have babies.
His replacement, halfwit hack Gabbin' Nuisance, is notable as perhaps the only man in America who can make (and has already) Congressweasel Evita Guevara-Castro sound bright, intelligent, and thoughtful in comparison.
Most of the prep for Nuisance's opening address was spent pounding it (literally) into his head to not put his shoes and socks on for the inaugural dinner in that order.
We've obtained an excerpt of his notes for the beginning of his speech, for navigating from where he was seated for dinner, all the way to the podium for the festivities.
Nuisance, like Moonbeam, is one of the rare native Californians, the archtypical Gen-Xer born in the Bay Area at Haight-Ashbury's peak stupid, and the former mayor of San Franshitco, now moving to Sacramento, in hopes of leaving the entire state covered in feces and used drug needles, just like the city he helped drive right into the ground while mayor there.
If there is a deity concerned with the affairs of men, with a sense of justice, Moonbeam will either be shot to death by an illegal alien, or plunge off a cliff into a newly opening chasm while driving during an earthquake.
If there is a deity who also has a sense of humor, Gabbin' Nuisance will be riding shotgun in the same car when Moonbeam takes one in the neck, and dies.
But I think Gabbin' Nuisance will actually die when the enraged mob lynches him, after the state's budget totally tanks, and we're living on zoo animals and stray cats here.
And Califrutopia now makes liars out of The Who.