Late into the evening on election night last week, I sensed what felt like the ground rumbling under my feet.  An earthquake?  Nah.  Michael Moore doing jumping jacks?

Probably not…although completely plausible.

I mean, plausible if he ACTUALLY did them, but Lord Fat Ass would never push himself away from the feed bag long enough to…shit, you know what I mean.

Anyway…It really WAS an earthquake of sorts…and one that logged in at a whopping 9.7 on the Political Richter Scale.  The ground opened up right under the dirty, stinky, putrid feet of the Democrat Party, and sucked them in like a ginormous Florida sinkhole swallowing up several Buicks.

The marquee win of the night was Republican Glenn Youngkin, elected Governor of Virginia over a retread from the Clinton years, Terry McCauliffe.  Beat him by about two points in a state that went +10 for Dementia Boy in 2020.

Oh, it gets even better.  A black immigrant woman from Jamaica and a Hispanic gentleman also won in Virginia for the GOP…for Lieutenant Gov. and Attorney General, respectively.  And nothing drives Libs battier that Republicans who are minorities.  Nothing.  Nada. Continue reading →