I’m not home yet, butt I’m opening the Lounge for anyone interested in company and conversation through the long night.
Little Mo may or may not be on duty, as he’s also busy collecting ballots and counting dangling chads.
So if he’s not stationed at the end of the bar help yourself: it’s the honor system.
For entertainment I’m starting with an old standard, dedicated to Donald J. Trump, aka the Blonde Bomber, that seems appropriate as a wrap up for long, long campaign.
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
Feel free to add your own tunes.
I’ll join you a bit later, butt feel free to mix and mingle till I get here. Keep your chins up (which is to say, off the bar). Regardless of what tomorrow brings remember: the Revolution has started!