Have A Holly, Jolly Christmas
Ah, Monday. What fresh hell shall greet us after the orange man slips on his diaper and hitched pants which now reach his boobage?
He says everything is going as planned. He's very pleased with the complete destruction of the American constitution and its people.
I noticed son Eric left a little tweet which has since been deleted. He warned us to step in line, or suffer the consequences. My, what a charming slimy slug.
My one fantasy as I lie here in bed where sleep is no longer a given, is the plot to 'Murder on the Orient Express.' A man is murdered on a train and it is up to Hercule Poirot to solve the mystery. In the end (spoiler alert!!) it was revealed it had been a group effort. Everyone got a poke at him. Since the murdered man was such a shite, Poirot looked the other way and they walked away unscathed.
Trump likes his plane. Biden was the train guy. But strange things happen on planes. Snakes, sharks, a goblin on the wing, zombies, a virus...
Maybe we'll have a holly, jolly Christmas after all.
* The artwork was made after a suggestion by a Blueskyer to draw Trump in a toga, playing golf amongst the ruins of Rome. I have not learned how to get back to a timeline I liked.

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