I wish it were, Phil and Don, as in the Everly Brothers. Oh come on, you remember them, they sang Wake Up Little Susie and Birddog?
The truth is, I’m stunned by both of our presidential nominees, like a lamb on her way to the slaughter, I mean voting booth.
Whoever thought we’d have the compelling choice between Captain Bligh and Bonnie Parker. I keep seeing Hillary with an eye patch and Trump, a peg leg. Will he scream, “batten down the hatches,” as he enters the Situation Room, while she hands out coupons in front of the Lincoln Bedroom?
“Step right up for a magical night in the same room our 16th President signed The Emancipation Proclamation for the modest rate of 300 thousand dollars towards the Bill and Hillary Dog and Pony Show disguised as, The William Jefferson Clinton Presidential Library, The Clinton Foundation or our next Carribean vacation.
We will be happy to take it in Doubloons and Pieces of Eight.”
Yes, my humor, though held together by epoxy in this regard, is drunk on its ass.
When I think of FDR’s theme song, Happy Days Are Here Again, I wonder what Hill and Don’s inspirational tune will be, and the only one that comes to mind is…
God help us all…