Erection Day Fried Chicken

Amazing how many “already over-weight” are using this day as an excuse at celebrating feast over famine - the good old American knowhow “stuff thou face hole” in light of the faceless electors, as “pre-existing conditions” prevail still. And since Football has been on the “blink” with this FAKE COvid, well the chuck-wagons have been a no show! So the American knowhow is to find a substitute, thank God for this erection in election. And let’s face the facts, voting takes a whole lot of energy, so extra calories galore where’s the donut pusher? I voted, and when two human-maggots shoved their puss in my face as “observers” in my space, I pulled out my mace and went almost trigger happy, but that did not seem to seize the moment. Then warned them that I was about to light my farts if they did not retreat the beat…See, I was looking for a confrontation with “Turncoats In Treason” those that think they can observe my behavior when confronted with political issues, so instead of mailing in my lobotomy, I thought an in-person interview would be more becoming. But when I got home after exercising my confidential Constitutional condolences to the “swamp” that garnishes my hard-earned income in “No Representation”, talk about being hungry so I threw a chicken gizzard into the “Instant-Pot”, as I have learned this modern-day Julia Child beat beats all other cooking methods and I went tired of court ordered retraining orders that stole away my 2^nd Amendment Right because I went brave with a rolling pin! But woe-is-me, as I forgot to place the “seal ring” on the tin-pan-alley cover, and instead of “steamed chicken”, with a slight oil base it “fired” the chicken to a perfection…move over Colonel Sanders! Talk about Sanders, is he…it’s the chicken little, I mean this chicken is a sin and I will patent this method-of-madness. So with “my belly full no longer hungry as a hungry man is an angry man” I feel no matter what happens today I can take credit wherein credit is mountain-dew-dah-man and keep on pluck’n. See, skat out of the bag, I voted “twice” and “I have sinned”. Yes, a Swaggart moment casting a stone once for a bonafide labeled candidate, and so I would not be “punished” by a firing squad for admitting I broke the law, a write-in for….drum roll please, TED! As this madness in politics is no doubt a carry-over carry-on of another Henry Murray experiment and in this case not a Unabomber but a Eunuchonor, maybe horror, is what we can expect when the constipation clause ordains another 4-years of Democratic starvation, and it ain't finger-lick'n good as that "finger fuck'n" is politiical rectumania by Chef Mitch!