The Laundry Basket

A prediction.

The Laundry Basket

Only the voting poor know it; the ignominy and shame at being unable to feed their innocent children. American citizens have been buffeted by an uncaring, well-fed and well-paid Congress, who shipped their jobs overseas. They were underfed and ill-equipped before, most of them, but now, they go hungry. Thus there was no chance of a Democrat victory in this year’s presidential election. There are too many of us, far too many for the opposition, powered by a huge and unfailing liberal corporate-owned media machine, to overcome with a few million fake votes.

But that opposition will do whatever it takes. They already tried to murder Donald Trump; they have no qualms about fakery in the election, voting machines wired to the internet and data streams moving constantly from China, no voter ID, millions of illegal voters lined up to vote, and faked mail-in ballots.

Once again the media takes a clear losing hand and makes it look like a winning hand, to make a victory seem actually plausible. Once again, Harris campaigns from her basement, knowing that the fix is in. Once again, we will get a fucking president we did not elect. Here. In the United States of America. This is not liberalism; it is certainly not democracy. This is raging, rampant out-of-control leftism.

Based on all of the above facts, I have a prediction to make.

Celeste approached her laundry basket, and removed the stack of her husband’s shirts from on top. There, coiled up nicely, lay a ten-pound, slithering rattlesnake, its head back, fangs bared and its tail doing its about-to-strike warning vibrate. She instantly dropped the shirts as she recoiled, and she ran upstairs to get away. There was no doubt, she’d seen what she’d seen; Celeste had never conjured such things in her mind. Shaking, she called nine-one-one and begged for help.

With police and ambulance assembled, a pair of stoic officers, dressed in protective suits, approached the laundry basket with a large bag, and covered it. Carefully they carried it upstairs and outside. As a small crowd watched, with guns trained on the basket, the stack of shirts was again removed.

Following the election, leftists will experience the feeling Celeste had when she realized, the snake was gone.

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