The more things change, the more they get more strange.
This is to say, I'm back to Berning for my man. (I did give up, but he never has. Thus, how dare I? Plus, he and I -well, it's personal).
The "female" in my rhyme, the one who does nothing for me, is a different one this time around -- 4 years later (Warren).
Yet caucusing is on the rise (I think. I never understood those things). However, I do believe that we're hard pressed to talk about it shamelessly. Embrace it. Coddle it. Bring it out in the open, and do so with pride.
Keep a smile, and be naughty. It's the only way through the madness. Plus, of course, chocolate. Lots of it.
Love you.
You keep Bernie young! But go easy on his heart -- he's already had one heart attack.
ReplyDeleteI know. I'll control myself, hard as it may be. Oh, um, pun intended or not??
DeleteThe more things change, the more they stay the same. You and Bernie make such a cute couple!
ReplyDeleteHaha. Thank you, Connie.
DeleteGeez, the poor guy may not make it to morning after that.
ReplyDeleteHaha. He lives forever, Pat.
DeleteSmiles.
You make it sound better than it is!
ReplyDeleteGlad I don't have to worry about that mess.
No worries, Alex? How DO you do that?
DeleteYou never disappoint! Get that Bern girl!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, hon.
DeleteHugs.
Bernie won our county caucus last time around. We'll have to see how he holds up to the younger options this time. Competition will be stiff as you might expect.
ReplyDeleteYounger options? Is there a 69er in the bunch? (I don't mean anything inappropriate by that. Or do I?)
DeleteGood ole Bernie with his wild hair and manner may get a rise from your brilliant poem. A great way to stroke his ego.
ReplyDeleteAh, thank you, Birgit.
DeleteI like to do some stroking.
Cheers.
You made me laugh out loud. This is the best "political" writing I've seen in a long time. Enjoy yearning and burning for the Bern. The show just goes on and on for all. It's madness, I say.
ReplyDeleteYeah, it gets more and more strange.
DeleteGlad you're keeping a sense of heart and reason, Joanne. You're always good for that.
I lost my Caucus in the war.
ReplyDeleteThis begs for a poem
Deleteas my fingers roam:
Love your caucus in the war
Love your caucus. It won't bore.
Love your caucus day and night
Please keep your caucus out of sight.
PS I ready your comment as "love" not "lost."
DeleteWhat is wrong with me?
I can't fathom you losing your caucus.
I want you to love and embrace it. Lemme try again, though:
If you lost your caucus in the war
Don't be glum and don't be sore
Grow a new one. Use special sauce.
Keep your hand on it, so it's not lost.
I've never caucused, but I think I would enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
I think you would too, Janie. Just keep leaning left.
DeleteLove.