Don’t get me wrong, Friends: of course I’m following the voting day news.
But so is everybody else. And my oft-repeated opinions sound too much like those of the other pundits who are sagacious enough to agree with me. So I’ll give them a rest for now.
Not to mention that the Fair Wendy left for her fateful poll worker stint well before dawn, and will likely be there til after the full moon rises again tonight.
Speaking of which . . .
So here, today, a promise: no more election talk, until maybe sometime tonight, when there are real results to begin chewing over.
The alternatives will not all be serious, nor all frivolous. Because there are other things to think and talk about, for at least these few hours.
For instance, it’s been way too long since I repeated my warning to the world about that burgeoning threat looming over us, namely,
The Normalization of KALE:
Kale hummus? They’re kidding, right?
Evidently not. I’m not sure if these are the same corporate vampires who brought us this other shocking entry . . .
. . . But I suspect so:
No, just no.
Yet there’s more:
No, really?
Yes, really. (Though I did not actually have to face this concoction with cherries IRL, but just this package made me queasy enough.)
And then there’s . . .
These babies would likely be enough to spark an international incident, what with Italy having just installed an assertive extreme rightwing government. But at least they don’t have nukes.
I could go on. But as this investigative strip discloses, there are now kale-groomers on the loose. Where will it all end???