Election Day - Fake Pradas Or Keds?
So, nice suburban sheltered ladies, in a fit of pique you're going to march right down with tightly clenched fists to that polling location and vote against the candidate who reminds you of your profane father!
"I'll show him who is boss."
He's icky! Called Rosie a "fat pig"! Horned around! All your wine mom friends think the same thing.
Why, it's just like the Student Council Election in high school, isn't it? Vote for the smiley "nice" person who giggles a lot and seems like she'd come over for some chardonnay on the back porch and talk about shoes and soaps with you.
She might continue to deploy 40,000 US military to the Middle East. (She said in the debate our troops weren't "in harm's way". But they are manning war zone anti-air batteries on sea and land.)
She might absentmindedly jack up food prices by "regulating prices". (Hey, dummy, I don't HAVE TO sell bananas and butter! I can simply discontinue sales, and make them more scarce and even more expensive.)
You will vote in the same DITZ who ushered in open borders, criminal illegals, sky high inflation, 8% home equity loans, double gas prices, two hot wars (with a third one: Taiwan vs China about to blow up), trillions more added to the national debt, race-baiting the country like Obama did, going full dictatorship during a bad flu season (Covid), using courts to eliminate your political opposition with unprecedented specious legal theories, and worst of all - WORST OF ALL - suppressing First Amendment rights of free speech by sending agents of the FBI and CIA to deplatform, shadow ban, and tag social media posts as "Mis-", "Dis-", and "Mal-" Information on any subject directed by the Biden-Harris White House.
None of that matters to you, Wives Of Privilege.
You think you're Rosa Parks? Or Madame Curie? Sitting out in your breezeway prattling on about how your sisters at The View are "so right". Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm, dat!
Wag your finger and tell us about that Hitler Man. The one with a yarmulke on his head when he moved the US Embassy to Jerusalem. The one with a converted Jewish daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. The one who brokered the Abraham Accords between Israel and Arab nations.
Get over yourselves and your TV "knowledge". You need to grow up. Open your minds to ideas that you're uncomfortable with.
Like maybe the best choice in shoes are the plain looking ones in a bad box, not the fancy fake Pradas that will fall apart and make you fall down the staircase.
Along with that bag of over-priced groceries. While your son marches off to war in army boots.