Until Death Do Us Part

Every day, every election, every time

One of the most “Country Songs” I can recall in recent memory is by Luke Combs. It’s called “Beer Never Broke My Heart.” It opens with,

I've had a largemouth bass bust my line
A couple beautiful girls tell me goodbye
Trucks break down, dogs run off
Politicians lie, been fired by the boss

Some politicians lie more than others, but none lie as much as Democrats do to their base. The thick blue carapace showed a few stress fractures last November. The party of Democracy’s anointed candidate, the progressive elite’s third choice in a row, screwed the pooch. Enough of the base jumped ship to give Mr. Trump a significant electoral college victory, the popular vote, and all the swing states.

The beating was so severe the Dems didn’t even try to steal any of it back (disregarding a few House and Senate races, but they still lost both chambers of Congress). Like any serial domestic abuser, the target of their rage becomes the people they claim to love most.

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Left-wingish Tesla owners are checking their already pricey auto insurance plans to see if they have the “mostly peaceful protests” rider. Greenwashers shall ignore the added emissions inventory (burning lithium transportation platforms are toxic to the biosphere). And Democrat politicians, with nothing of value to offer and very little direction, are back to “running on” we’re not them and they’re evil.

How many Dems had to Google which direction the feet on the Swastika went, or did their ideologically aligned blood give them instinctive knowledge?

And do Democrats know they have no plan except the one America rejected, and that if anyone dares to listen to them, we’ll be right back where we left off before Donald Trump's re-election?