Well, that was quick.
March 15+1 was when the Hilz crew came tumbling on down. (And I wasn’t even important.) They just shat upon me like no one’s business.
I thought I would have to say something offensive about the presumptive nominee. Turns out, all I had to do was parry with trolls.
So, that being said, fare thee well, old friends. I’m blowing this gin joint. See you on the flip flop. And kids, keep on trucking. Love you Liberals. Never give up.
Signed,
Bill B. Butler