Cold Fury

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Reality bites!

The weeping, the wailing, the gnashing of teeth.

Republican Karen Handel defeated Democrat Jon Ossoff in a closely-watched special House election Tuesday night, the Associated Press projected.

The loss was a disappointing setback for Democrats, who had hoped to capitalize on President Trump’s low approval ratings to win the long-standing Republican seat. It was also the fourth straight loss this year for Democrats in their attempts to win a Republican seat and take the momentum into the 2018 midterms. They now must win 24 GOP seats to retake control of House.

Go check out Kellyanne Conway’s Tweet at the link. It’s priceless, trust me.

Hate to bring up NPR again—okay, no I don’t, not when I’m rubbing their noses in it like this—but another thing I heard there earlier today was a big, long story and interview on and with the Golden Boy, the Miraculous Ossoff, who was going to make Trump The Bad Man stop hurting them at last. They were so cheery, so hopeful; they knew, they just KNEW, that at last they’d get themselves a victory. I mean, with ALL THAT MONEY raised for him, it couldn’t be more clear that the nation was ready to give the commie-colluding orange ursuper his well-earned comeuppance at last.

Ossoff is wonderful. Ossoff is charming. Ossoff is bright. Determined, capable, experienced, wise. He himself went on a fairish bit about his nearly-realized intention to roll back the dismal tide of Trumpian sewage all by himself, as if he too had come to believe his press clippings amounted to more than just a passel of “liberal” wishful thinking, another gauzy dream soon to be denied.

Gee, guess they didn’t realize that ALL THAT MONEY came not from the great masses of Americans who don’t seem to hate Trump nearly as much as they do, but almost entirely from nump-brained Hollywood nitwits swilling the same tainted KoolAde the rest of the sad, piteous Left was.

And I looked, but inexplicably, I cannot find a link at NPR to this morning’s worshipful puff-piece. Odd, that.

Cry, cry, cry, libtards. And while you’re at it, suck on it, good and hard, until you choke. The Trump Train is still rolling, and we ain’t done whupping your pathetic asses quite yet.

Poor dears; they have all these big plans for us witless proles, whether we like ’em or not. But those darned pesky elections keep getting in their way. Guess now we can all get back to earnest lectures about the importance of “bipartisanship” and “working together” and all the other tommyrot they try to peddle when they’re losing.

At least until the next mainstream, typical Democrat Socialist flips out and tries to shoot a bunch of us, I mean. After this setback, I’d guess it won’t be too long a-coming, given how much they seem to have invested in their delusional fantasy of winning this one.




"America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards." – Claire Wolfe, 101 Things to Do 'Til the Revolution

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