Losing a parent is hard. Inevitable, but hard. They may pass on quickly, but your relationship with them dies slowly.
The first few days and weeks you’re adjusting to this new normal and you have these impulses to want to call your mother to tell her about what’s happening in your life. But she’s not there. And she’ll never be there again. You stew over all the things you could’ve done differently and said differently. It doesn’t seem real. But it is.
Life is fragile, we all know it. But we rarely treat it that way. Hug your kids. Hug your mom. For many of us, it’ll be the last time, but you won’t know that until it’s too late. This was the last time I spoke with my mother. Just two minutes. That’s it. If I only knew.
Turns out that Jimmy, Dave, Igor, Ryan, and an assortment of Jew hating life-losers, disgruntled libs, sexual deviants, leg-humpers, drunks and failed comedians really aren’t a great coalition for winning a conservative primary election IRL. Shocker.
We didn’t ask for this ideological war, they did. And we finished it. Matter of fact, we didn’t even invite them to this party.
They invited themselves. And then they shit in the punch bowl and now they’re playing dumb as to why we threw their asses out.
Take your 1940s era agitprop bullshit and shove it up your ass. Or go back where you came from with your “river to the sea” terrorist friends. Those radical libs will welcome you back with open arms. Agitprop is their thing. It’s their ONLY thing.
Thanks. Have a great rest of your day! And a big thanks to the real conservatives who saw through this bullshit.
