Do MAGAts Dream of Electric Fascists?

 

     Apparently, since every one of Tangerine Hitler's Adderall-induced fever dreams magically becomes reality on Bullshit Mountain. Ill Douche is co-opting the GOP convention in Greenwille, North Carolina tonight and Republicans are quaking in their jackboots. They're girding themselves for what promises to be a super-sized version of the wedding he'd crashed last March that immediately became less about the bride and groom and all about his bellyaching over how the election was stolen from him.

     "Mom, who was the crazy, orange fat man at yours and dad's wedding?" 

     "No one. Just a homeless person who wandered in off the street." 

     Of course, His Umber Umbrage decided to piggy-back on North Carolina's GOP convention so as to avoid the empty seat syndrome at the hate rally in Tulsa a year ago that wound up killing pizza magnate Herman Cain. And it's a forgone conclusion how that shitshow is going end up exactly as they fear: The election was rigged, Joe Biden sucks, etc. 

     And the unholiest of Unholies: "I'm coming back in August because the MyPillow Guy said so!" Which would give us a hell of an opportunity to finally give August the holiday it lacks: A right wing version of Easter.