Bingo!

When you’re out and about creating havoc, trying to entice voters with new and exciting lies of what you’ll do when you are elected to be blah, blah, blah, the universe sometimes has a neat little knack of telling you what you should really doing with your life:

Kamala Harris Calls Out Bingo Numbers at Old Folks Home – via theAmericanmirror.com

“I’m here to answer any questions you might have, but other than that— I’m here to play some Bingo!” she said.

“N-40!” she announced in another video, as a number of geriatric citizens could be seen browsing their cards at the senior center.

“N-4-0,” Harris repeated.

There was total silence in the room, save for the camera clicks of the photo op.

Years and years ago, when I was a teacher, I was volunteered to work at the bingo hall that put a few extra bucks into the private school’s coffers.  They told me I had a pleasant voice (kind of like geese farts on a muggy day) and that I would be doing the “announcer” duties.

With youth comes stupidity, and also fearlessness to a certain extent.

So, I found myself on a stage, with a couple of hundred eyes waiting and watching for my  hand to pick the ball out of the machine, hold it up for all to see, and then announcing the number.

It was as silent as an empty church in the middle of the night during the week, only a bit more-so. I announced the number, anxious fingers holding ink plotting plastic pens would then dot their bingo cards. With that task accomplished, they’d quickly turn their heads back to stage, eyes on me, imploring me to get on with it, man. Riveting!

If only all political shysters could see the value of calling Bingo games – full time.  Imagine all the good that would grow without their golden rods of vomit that stain terra firma.  And it would be a bonus for them as well, as their lying, coming to a full stop, just might allow their toe jam souls to climb to the next higher circle of Hell once their f**kery here on Earth is done.

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Tonight’s musical offering:

“Fit as a Fiddle (And Ready for Love)”  –  Written by Arthur Freed, Al Hoffman, and Al Goodhart (or Goodheart) and published in 1932.

Photo by Justin Veenema on Unsplash

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