Hope

November 5, 2025

Well, by garsh, it's been a while! To my devoted fans, all four of you, I missed ya guys! It's been hard to write the last three months, as my son William has been touring around the state of New Jersey as a proud member of the Roxbury High School Marching Band. Yes, the same band that just won the State Championship for Division Double-A down in Trenton last weekend! Oh yeah, that's right baby! State Fucking Champs!

But my absence wasn't only due to my son and the Roxbury Marching Gaels kicking ass and taking names; no, it was more than that. I've been working on a secret project that is taking up my creative juices. It's a project so intense that when I'm done writing, I simply have nothing left in the tank. Sure, I could limp to the barn and write about the travesty that is our current government. I could spend countless strokes of my fingers on the keyboard bashing the Tyrant King Trump and his minions...but why waste the time? It's tantamount to opening a coffeeshop with a Dunkin Donuts to the left, a Starbucks to the right and a Crispy Creme at the end of the strip mall. Yes, a waste of everybody's time. White noise, really.

But after last night, I think I need to do a little victory dance. What happened yesterday you ask? Well, if you live in New Jersey or Virginia you know. If you don't, look it up. For you see, the Democrats obliterated the Republicans by winning the governorships of both states and securing a supermajority in both state assemblies. The numbers were mind numbing. They were brutal. They were shocking. And if you're the GOP, they were embarrassing.

As they licked their wounds this morning, they blamed everybody but themselves. Par for the course. They spent the election season, while the government has been shutdown, redoing bathrooms and building 300 million dollar ballrooms with "donated money". No, nothing suspicious about that at all. Last week, they threw a masquerade ball at Mara Lago with the theme being the Great Gatsby. No, middle class folks who cant afford groceries any more, or those who just lost their SNAP benefits won't find that completely insulting.

Yes, it was an ass kicking of the highest degree and rightfully so. Latinos, who broke heavy for Trump and the GOP last election mysteriously stayed home or voted for the Democrats this time around. Gee, I wonder why?! Could it be that seeing their friends, coworkers and family members run down and arrested by a gang of masked vigilantes gave them buyer's remorse? Maybe! Could be! Ah, the mysteries of life!

Up here in the north, us Yankees call what happened yesterday an "old fashioned ass-whipping". I wondered what the regional dialect down south in Virginia was, so I asked my brother-in-law Andrew who resides in Richmond what they call it. His reply? "Down here we call it a ass-whooping". So I figured we could mix and match the words and call it something entirely new. Yes, last night, in this off-election year, Trump and his goons got Whip-Whooped!

And guess what? Next year at this time, at midterm elections, you're going to see more of the same. It's going to be glorious. It wreaks of hope...oh that stinky smell of glory that it is! Get ready folks because next November it's going to be the Whip-Whooping of a lifetime! Remember, it's always darkest before the dawn. And this morning, the sun rose with all its might.

Ode to Joy