Been Talking Forty Five Minutes, Ain’t Said a Thing!

Satire by: Bill the Butcher

Got a message last night from a friend out in North Carolina. Miss Terri. She was all bent out of shape over the vote in Congress concerning guns. Imagined that Nancy Pelosi was coming for our guns with The New World Order hot behind. Now, before I’m micro analyzed by the more left leaning readers here I’d like to make it clear that I did not say that Nancy had a hot behind, which she may, but that’s not what we’re talking about here.

I’d like to point out some things that were glaring to me. First off, it was a Friday night. I haven’t confirmed this, but I have it on good authority that Ms. Pelosi may have a drinking problem. (My kind of girl!) Now, being a old drunk, myself, I understand the difficulty in getting those of my ilk to work a complete, forty hour week. Especially those in Congress. Now, combine that with a well developed alcohol problem, and you will very quickly understand the near impossible task of having someone under the pressure of this lifestyle working on a Friday especially Friday night, and doubly hard when the August break is looming.

If they were considering a pay raise I could understand them dropping by to cast a vote, but gun control? While disarming the American public is a very important matter for the left, I dare to say the safety of the public is not an overwhelming concern for the communist party. Not even with the recent events in Uvaldé. First, it was in Texas, and second, they were little brown kids. Like I’ve told you before wrong end of that fifty shades of grey. Now there’s some Critical Race Theory for ya! I would like to suggest that the members of Congress be asked to stick a pin in a blank map of Texas approximating the location of Uvaldé. Seeing that they are Democrats, and Gringos on top of that, the pins would look like the pattern from a twelve gauge shotgun filled with bird shot. Just call it pin the tail on the donkey, if you can understand the subliminal implication.

So why the Friday night fuss over Gun Control. Well, the midterm is right around the corner, and with the superb state of the nation there might be a red tide coming. The Dems are hanging on by the skin of there teeth, and if they can’t stuff enough ballot boxes it’ll all be over, and it’ll sure be Monday. A little dab’ll do ya. Any port in a storm. Running Trump down is all very fine until the Kroger in Raleigh runs out of bread! Then, to coin a phrase, it all becomes academic. Very academic. Like vote for anyone with a little “r” behind their name academic! That red red wave is looming and Nancy and the boys have got to find a surf board.

So, with a lot of fanfare, and waving their hands in the air likea dey don’ care, they run this preposterous bit of legislation through the House and pass it over to a laughing Senate who really had no intention of doing anything until September BUT . . . and that’s a big but, they have to make it look legal so they’ll sober up a few senators and shoot it down before it ends up before The Supreme Court (The Trump Court I might add) and Johnny and the boys have to give them all yet another lecture in Constitutional Law!

To the uninitiated ie the folks out there still looking for bread at Kroger’s, all this hub bub is frightening. They’re just off of three years of being banned from church. They figure if the government can outlaw God guns will be no problem. But, this is why AOC and Cheney get two years in office, and Ted Cruz gets six. This whole thing is nothing but a red herring, and the Senate will have to tell the house up front that this dog won’t hunt! That they’ve been talking for forty-five minutes, and ain’t said a thing. Y’all remember this the next time you’re at Kroger’s . . . or the polls. I oughta run for President.

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