It's In The Mail

 Please don't stand out by your mailbox.

That check isn't coming. 

Not because the Republicans didn't win.

Not because of election fraud. 

The fraud is the bloated orange weasel crouching in the rubble that used to be the White House.

He's lying. 

Just like those two thousand dollar checks he promised for all of us to reap the "benefits" of his laissez-faire tariff program. 

Or maybe you're laboring under the misconception that there is still a DOGE check wending its way to you after all that cost-cutting.

He. Was. Lying.

Meanwhile, the convicted felon has increased his personal bottom line by more than two billion dollars. I like to imagine a reality in which this fugitive from reality is sitting in the wreck of his office at Mar-A-Lago in a bathrobe, waiting for the authorities to come and take him away. But not before he writes us all personal checks from his own bloated account to pay us back for all his arrogant and avaricious activities. 

Of course I hold no illusion that this fantasy will actually come to pass. This is not the way things work. It seems much more likely that the next two years will be a protracted battle to put things back in order for the next person to hold the office will be able to scrape all that gold bric-a-brac off the walls and get to the business of governance. 

By the people. For the people. Before it perishes from the earth.