The Peasants Need To Be Controlled For The Common Good

The impeachment saga is getting to be fun to watch. This is not about Donald Trump. It's about sending a message to the peasants that voted for him. That message is, "Shut up and put up. We the educated clerisy know what's better for you than you. You are a bunch of stupid redneck racists, and you need to be put in your place and controlled for the public good. That's OUR public good, not yours, you stupid, ignorant hayseeds."

OK, so why is this fun to watch? Because this is going to blow up in the Left's face. Even if the House brings Articles Of Impeachment against the president, the chance of him being convicted in the Senate and removed from office are slim to none. Unless it can be proven that the president definitely violated some law, which I don't think he has, there is almost no chance that 67 senators will vote to remove him from office. That would mean that 20 Republican senators would have to vote with the Democrats. You might get three or four that would jump ship but not twenty.

Here's my hope. The House has a nice battle as far as bringing impeachment proceedings. The vote goes according to party lines. Since the Dems control the house, they bring forth the articles. It goes to the Senate. There is a trial that takes up a lot of time and that people see it as a waste of time. There is no vote to convict in the Senate. Trump wins a second term by a landslide, capturing both the Electoral College vote as well as the popular vote. This will force those 17 states that signed the compact awarding their electoral votes to the winner of the national popular vote to award their electoral votes to Donald Trump. My state, Maryland, would have to award their electoral votes to Trump, even though the Maryland popular vote would go to the Democrat. Donald Trump would end up with over 500 Electoral College votes. Revenge is sweet and is a dish that is best-served ice cold.

The day after the election, there will be massive demonstrations in downtown DC. I'm tempted to go to a florist shop and buy myself a sprig of mistletoe. I would love to wade through the demonstrating mob with that mistletoe pinned to the seat of my pants. Like they say, ice-cold? Isn't life fun.