DeFascist announced yesterday, by way of rapid unscheduled disassembly. I wasn’t watching, of course, because I don’t give a shit what either of those slug entrails have to say. But I do hope it’s a metaphor for his entire campaign.
It brings me a little joy knowing that somewhere in the swamps of Floriduh, an immature attention whore was likely mainlining KFC gravy because the media attention wasn’t on him for a minute.
Annnnnnnyyyyywwaaaayyyyyy, all this to say, logic tells me that neither of these two greaseballs have a chance in hell, but logic went out the window in 2016. So don’t fall asleep.
but what I really want to say is please please please keep your eyes on the sweater vest wearing governor of Virginia. The one whose son tried to vote while only 17. TWICE. The one who is doing the same type of shit DeFascist & …I’m out of creativity for names. It’s too fucking early. Texas. Nebraska. Etc etc etc. He’s just a lot more quiet about it. He’s not in a fight with a cartoon mouse. He doesn’t rant in all caps on social media. But he’s over here (well, not literally here. My neighborhood would probably throw recycled bottles of kombucha at him) but he’s in my state dismantling education. Fucking with the budget. And removing protections for lgbtq youth. The whole crt boogeyman, that was Glenn. (Never trust any Gregg or Glenn. You can tell they’re assholes by the unnecessary consonant)
Do. Not. Let. Him. In.
He’s the other two in a nicer suit. Er sweater. He’s good at the smooth talking. It’s how the fuck he got elected in the first place. And given Virginia’s term limit rules for governor, he’s going to be job hunting soon.
If he doesn’t run in 24, I’ll be truly shocked.
Don’t take your eyes off him. More importantly, don’t let your moderate friends do so.