I LOVE THOSE OLD TALES.
I went on that site and found one of my old favorites - I hope you all enjoy it...
The Foolish Presidential Candidate
Once inside the DC Beltway, there was a presidential candidate sitting down to participate in the “Call Her Daddy” podcast…
Well, she looked like a presidential candidate, only quite a bit more shrill, with a very irritating laugh, and had never actually won a primary election. She had longer, more powerful legs than her boss, and she could run her mouth remarkably fast.
The presidential candidate sat still and alert, with her long sensitive ears stretched up listening intently for any trigger that she could use to initiate some sort of crisis. She was listening to all the pundits from the left wing liberal media and then she had a thought.
She wondered, “What would happen to me if the Orangeman actually wins the election?” Just at that moment, a piece of truth came from a radio close behind her. The presidential candidate heard the polling results and felt the ground shake. Her heart leaped, and with her powerful lungs she began to laugh as loud as she could.
“My campaign is crumbling and my political career could be coming to an end!” she thought.
The presidential candidate was so terrified that she laughed faster and louder than she had ever laughed before and every time she passed another liberal she shouted,
“The OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee!”
…and then THAT liberal would be frightened as well, and soon ALL of the liberals and democrats were screeching as fast and as loud as they could, (which is very loud and annoying indeed)
“The OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee!”
Before long, all of the other partisan animals inside the beltway were startled by the sight and sound of the screeching liberals and when they cry,
“The OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee!” they too joined in at a gallop.
On a high bluff overlooking the entire countryside was the electoral college and the popular vote…
The electorate saw the stampede of crazed leftists and saw that the partisans were racing about all nimbly pimbly and would end up peacefully setting themselves on fire before much longer unless something was done about it. The electorate knew that the crazed leftists needed to be stopped so they stood and took a deep breath, and let out an enormous roar…
“
The Polls Are Closed”
The partisans passing below skidded to a halt to see the great electorate standing on the bluff. The electorate leaped down in front of the crowd and asked them, “Why are you running in such a panic?” And they all began to shout,
“The OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee!”
The electorate roared again for silence, and then he asked, “Who has proof that the OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee ? Each little special interest group blamed the panic on the one behind them and to each group the electorate asked, “Do you have proof that the OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee ?”
Group after group they all said no – they only screeched and clamored because they heard one of the other groups screeching and clamoring.
Eventually it all came down to the electorate and the presidential candidate and the electorate asked, “Do
YOU have proof that the OrAnG3MaN i$ a NotZee ?”
The presidential candidate was very nervous, and replied, “I was sitting in front of my radio when I heard a great truth. I was sure that my campaign is crumbling and my political career could be coming to an end so I began to run and cackle with all my might!”
The electorate laughed, and all the partisans looked around them and they could see that the OrAnG3MaN wasn’t a NotZee – he was a bit obnoxious and possessed a YUGE ego – but otherwise, he was not much different than anyone else that lived in the public eye.
“Come with me,” said the electorate, and with the presidential candidate - led them all back to the radio near the candidates house. There, right behind where the presidential candidate had been sitting, was the radio that produced the truth – the screeching cackling little bunny from California had lost...
...lost BIG
...and still owed a LOT of people a LOT money
Soon everyone was laughing - even the presidential candidate, who felt very foolish indeed, and now looked like she had downed a fifth of vodka.
Before long, all of the partisans returned home and went back to their old habits of blaming everything on OrAnG3MaN while wailing “
Russia Russia Russia”
…and life inside the beltway went on as usual.
The End