It happened on November 3rd, 2026. It was a change in the atmosphere; the buildup was mouthwatering, the wringing of hands, the stomping of feet, the blowing of car horns!
In the end, the incandescence was complete. Instead of annihilation, there was jubilation. The somberness of my neighborhood had given way to the apparent crowing of a new king. This one was composite, not elitist. “C LIMATE CHANGE PEOPLE!”
The General Election was over, and the trumpet blowers were blowing a new tune written by composers, who hereto for were described with words that translated to excrement.
As I drove through the streets of Maryland and Washington D.C., I noticed the cordiality. How then do I show my cultural association with such a spirit?I bring you the following: