One time ago a crazy dream came to me
I dreamt I was walkin’ into World War Three
I went to the doctor the very next day
To see what kinda words he could say
He said it was a bad dream
I wouldn’t worry ’bout it none, though
Them old dreams are only in your head — Dylan
It came to me at midnight tapping on my window pane like the headless horseman searching for a tweaker’s free heroin injection site. In my dream saw the future of the Democrat Party.
Here’s the plan as revealed to me by divine revelation:
Joe is nominated — and after the ashes of Milwaukee cool to room temperature — he comes out of hiding and he chooses a Vice-President, a “VP”.
The VP-TO-BE must have vitality, blackness, and be a gyno-American Democrat from topknot to toenails.
This means the return of Kamala Harris, a woman who kneels to nobody in her deep understanding of how careers in politics are made. She is approved by standing ovulation.
And so Biden/Harris sallies forth on the campaign trail to thunderous snoring… but then….
Then the Sad Tragic “Accident” strikes. The mostest terriblest tragedy NOBODY SAW COMING AT ALL! smacks the good ship Biden/Harris like some cerebral iceberg.
Yes, Uncle Joe is laid low.
Because Joe, you know, has got to go.
Through either false flag or friendly fire old Joe is made dead or made stroked. Either way, his breath or his brain is kablooey… and that’s no malarky.
This means Kamala must now, dare I say it?, pick up the white man’s burden and soldier on.
Kamala’s first act? To name a vice-president, of course, and who better than…
a Bernie Sanders fresh from the rejuvenation vats with his pointy finger fully botoxed?
Voila, Harris/Sanders debuts to thunderous wall-o-sound flatulence barrages coming in from the surviving media hacks.
This new configuration of Harris/Sanders would secure blacks, feminists, femboys, ladyboys, soyboys, betamales, drag queens, communists, very dumb children, and preandpost menopausal suburban moms to whom Trump represents every alpha male’s rejection of them in their entire lives – 1st grade Valentine card trading day on up.
Then, to scoop up any outlying votes, the HARRIS/SANDERS sleeper cell reveals the barbecued brain trust they will have ready to rock in their first hundred days at the helm of the supertanker USSA.
Those assignments will be:
SECRETARY OF STATE: HILLARY CLINTON
SECRETARY OF THE INTERIOR: MAYOR PETE
ATTORNEY GENERAL: ELIZABETH WARREN
SECRETARY OF DEFENSE: MICHELLE OBAMA
SECRETARY OF THE TREASURY: MAXINE WATERS
SECRETARY OF HOMELAND SECURITY: ILHAN ABDULLAHI OMAR
SECRETARY OF AGRICULTURE: ANDREW YANG
SECRETARY OF EDUCATION: AL SHARPTON
SECRETARY OF ENERGY: COORY BOOKER
SECRETARY OF HEALTH AND HUMAN SERVICES: WANG YANI (On loan from Wuhan Institute of Virology)
SECRETARY OF TRANSPORTATION: TULSI GABBARD
SECRETARY OF LABOR: MICHAEL BLOOMBERG
SECRETARY OF COMMERCE: JULIAN CASTRO
HOUSING: AMY KLOBUCHAR
IRS: LOIS LERNER
SURGEON GENERAL: MARIANNE WILLIAMSON
SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE: ALEXANDRIA OCASIO-CORTEZ
And there high imagination failed, and my gorge rose, my hair burst into flame, and I woke up screaming, “I GOTS THE FEAR! I GOTS THE FEAR!”
Thank the Lord it was but a dream.
Did it portend anything? Nah. It’s probably nothing.<hr>
Well, now time passed and now it seems
Everybody’s having them dreams
Everybody sees themselves walkin’ around with no one else
Half of the people can be part right all of the time
Some of the people can be all right part of the time
But all of the people can’t be all right all of the time
I think Abraham Lincoln said that
I’ll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
I said that