Dreams can be weird and last night I had the weirdest. I haven’t visited this blog for months so I thought I would tell you about it. This my dream encounter with Hillary Clinton.
So I was celebrating, in my dream, the election of Donald Trump and the trouncing of Hillary Clinton, the worst democrat candidate in the history of bad candidates, when I’m approached at the bar by none other than Hillary Clinton. Now I’m dressed in a nice suit and tie with my nice Army black dress shoes, the patton leather ones. She’s looking all haggard and in disarray, morn full over her epic loss. She says to me, “well Jeremy I guess you have something to brag about in your little blog now. But just you wait, your comupance will come.”
I was stunned. I thought to myself, doesn’t the former Secretary of State have better things to do than slum it with us in a Minneapolis bar?Here in Minnesota at least she could hide among her many supporters, we’re such a blue state.
Tim Walz was with her, our smarmy representative here in Minnesota and he introduced himself to me saying. “Well, Mr. Griffith, it looks like I’m going to be your congressman for a little while longer!” He had a huge smile on his smug face.
“Yes, that is too bad. Enjoy your victory while you can,” I said, shaking his sweaty hand. “I hope you have conference meetings with your new peer from the second district, Jason Lewis!” I’m still miffed about Walz’s razor thin win over Jim Hagedorn, but I guess that is politics. At least I can console myself with the notion that we Republicans have the majority in the house and the senate, and a quasi-republican president in the White House. The former popular libertarian radio talk show host Lewis was elected handily in the second district of Minnesota and will be a good representative to offset the miserably inept Walz.
Clinton approaches me again as Walz politely drifts off into the woodwork. Her breath smells of alcohol and she seems a bit unsteady on her feet. She says, “don’t think for one second, my dear fellow, that we Clintons are done. You haven’t seen the last of us!” She had a slight lisp in her voice.
“Madam Secretary,” I said, very polite. “You’re political ambitions are done. You might as well take your ill-gotten gains from your fake foundation and move quickly to a non-extradition country and retire before you get audited. If you do have a future, it is in the slim hope that your daughter Chelsea wins a New York house seat as you have planned!”
That comment earned me a slap from Hillary, with stunned me and which led me to lose one of my shoes under the bar, which was never recovered. Shocked I turned to Chelsea, who was standing there in tow behind her mother, acting meek. I said to her, “Chelsea if you do run for office, don’t act like your corrupt parents. You’ll get slaughtered if you do. We’re making America Great Again!” I spent the rest of my dream looking for my lost shoe.
So how weird is that? I’m grateful that Donald Trump has beat Hillary, I’m sorry to have Sergeant Major Walz as my rep again, but then, he has to run again in two years and hopefully we can get someone to beat him. I hope Chelsea won’t run, little chance of that. I guess all my concerns, fears and hopes came out in this one dream. It will be such a relief to not have to talk politics for a while.
Good luck Mr. Trump, I hope you can turn this country around.