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Not even the U of A football team has lost more times in Arizona than Donald Trump.  Bear Down, Arizona!

It’s pretty embarrassing when even your cherry-picked, purely partisan, hired gun “frauditors” have to finally give it up.

Or at least it would be embarrassing if Trump were capable of being embarrassed.  Trump doesn’t get embarrassed because he has no shame.  See “sociopath.” Literally.

Now look east from Arizona to Texas and see, “Toadie.”  Toadie Abbott. Toadie go, “ribbitt!”

This is Through the Looking Glass stuff.  Uhh, Trump won Texas. He can’t take “yes” for an answer? Toadie Abbott himself has on multiple occasions said there was no widespread Texas voter fraud in 2020, and that he found nothing that might have affected the outcome.

But Toadie is going to have the Texas Secretary of State office conduct “full forensic audits” of the election in Harris, Dallas, Tarrant and Collin counties.  Gee, what do those four counties have in common?

And all it took was for The Sociopath to pick up the phone and call Toadie? I’m reminded of that bathtub line from the movie “Arthur.”  “Do you want me to wash your dick?”

Have some dignity, Toadie.

One more thing. The Secretary of State job in Texas is currently vacant, kind of like Toadie’s skull. And the folks who work in the office of the Secretary of State say they don’t know a damn thing about this. And election officials in Dallas, Harris, Tarrant and Collin counties say they are in the dark as well.

At this point of course this farce has nothing to do with 2020.  It’s all about 2022 and 2024. The Sociopath and his Cultists are already screaming that the NEXT elections are already rigged. They’re already setting the table to cry foul. “Foul,” indeed.

Sound familiar?  The Sociopath was bellowing in August of 2020 that the only way he could lose is if the election were rigged.  If I win, it was legit. If I lose, it was rigged.

Nice!  I’ll try telling the pit boss that the next time I’m in Vegas.

I don’t blame The Sociopath. He’s a sociopath. I blame any idiot who believes this garbage.

Ribbitt!

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What does all that mean? It means I am profoundly grateful. It also means I’m ready for “next.” So here we are. Radically Rational. It’s an idea I woke up with in 2017. I scribbled “Radically Rational” on a piece of notebook paper and used a magnet to stick it on our refrigerator. I saw it every day, and it just would not leave me alone.

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