What am I doing? I’m sitting on this boat. I’m sitting on this boat Blogging and I’m trying to think about stuff other than what I’m thinking about.

I’m not thinking about robbing anybody…

I’m thinking about the Mid-Term Elections. I’ve been a little bit obsessed, lately. Thinking about the Mid-Term Elections. Scouring the Donald Trump news in anticipation of the old dude having a stroke over the real bad news in the lead-up to the Mid-Term Elections. Pissing my time away while others take care of business. Like this bird for instance.

This bird could not give a shit less about the Mid-Term Elections. His elemental needs are paramount. He spends the bulk of his day hunting up food. Good for him. He sticks to business. He’s smart, I’m stupid.

The same deal with this Hare.

You think this Hare gives a damn about Donald Trump? He’s on the lookout for much more important individuals, like these guys:

As for these guys. These guys could not give a damn about the Mid-Term Elections, either. And yet I’m stuck thinking about the Mid-Term Elections, as if nothing else matters. What I’m saying, I’m obsessing over the Mid-Term Elections at the expense of more important matters.

Like, for instance, my free booze sample job.

And the fine products I offer at my free booze sample job.

I should be putting more effort into perfecting my free booze sample dude skills.

Don’t you think?

Today is Tuesday 22 September 2026!

What’s important about this day? To my mind, my current mind, what’s important about this day is simply this: We are 42 days until the Mid-Term Elections. In forty two days everything will change. Everything. Either we take over the House and the Senate and reduce Trump and his gang of lying ass liars to the essential non-entities that they really are and in so doing restore the celesial equilibrium of the Universe—or, Trumpy, and his gang, cheats and lies and somehow suspends the Mid-Term Elections, in which case there will be masses of pissed-off people. Crowding the streets. Waving torches. We’ll have an uprising! I suspect the former will prevail. I suspect Trumpy will lose like he’s gonna lose–BIGLY–and he will simply retreat to his Ballroom construction site and lick his wounds. He’ll transform himself into a truely horrible lame duck…

Nobody’ll take him seriously anymore. People will stop thinking about him. He’ll be a rancid old dude. Serious people will begin to assume the roles of his retreating clowns. We’ll get back to normal. Back to normal–for me anyway–being a time when you could think about the government like you do the Postal Service or your local Garbage Company. Organizations staffed by people who show up for work every day and do their jobs, more or less competently. I’m trying to remember a time when I trusted people in the government. I’m thinking about Joe Biden. I didn’t worry about being zapped by Nukes when he was running the show. Sure, he was a dodgy old dude but you could trust him to act like a fairly normal human being. Wouldn’t it be nice if we had normal fairly honest human beings running the government again?

Instead of this pack of lying cheating phony ass clowns?

I suspect many many many citizens and sort-of citizens of the United States (….maybe we should start calling it the UN United States!) are as obsessed with the upcoming Mid-Term Elections as I am.

For the same reasons I’ve stated.

Anyway…we’re forty two days out. And tomorrow will mark 41.

Time is running short.