Garrison Keillor (whose hometown, Anoka, Minnesota, is where our mother's family hails from) has been penning some fine, acid- tipped pieces
before and
after the November 8 Trumpocalypse.
Here's a quote from his latest piece, suggested by good friend P.E.C.:
It’s a wonderful satire right out of Twain or Thurber. A minority of the electorate goes for the loosest and least knowledgeable candidate, certain that he will lose and their votes will be only harmless protest, a middle finger to Washington, and then — whoa. The joke comes true. You put a whoopee cushion on your father’s chair and he sits down and it barks and he has a massive coronary. You wanted to get a rise out of him and instead he falls down dead. Very funny.
Thank you, Michigan, Wisconsin and Pennsylvania for this wonderful joke. Voters in high dudgeon against Wall Street manipulators and the Washington aristocracy vote for the billionaire populist who puts tycoons in power and the Republican hierarchy who owned the logjam that the voters voted against. If Billy the Kid had been smart, he’d’ve run for sheriff.
Ah, yes, Wisconsin and Michigan, where the Hackwhackers have both family and school ties. We're so proud.
