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Ladies gentlemen we are now at T-minus 20,

20 days from what might be our national day

of political reckoning, and the Democratic bedwetting has begun.

Of course, the stakes of this election are so massive and so existential, and the cavalcade

of horrors that Donald Trump is itching to inflict on us all, so unremittingly terrible,

that some degree of fear and loathing is pretty much unavoidable.

And if you're not already soaking the sheets, there's a chance that what I'm about to say will have the effect of turning on those downstairs waterworks.

To it, if the poles that we're seeing now are remotely close to correct,

the notion that our long electoral nightmare will be over in 20 days

deserves a screaming LOL. In truth, we could be waiting days more for the election to be called,

or weeks more for any

any runoff or runoffs triggered by the closeness of the count in any

battleground state or states or heaven forbid, months for all of the inevitable and already brewing legal challenges

from either or both sides to play out.

And all of that, all of that's assuming that shit doesn't, you know, get out of hand in some

other less pleasant way, which no sane person with a memory of January 6th could ever safely assume will be the case.

Now, I will say right now that even though I just told you what I told you, I am no fan of bedwetting,

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