The First 100 Days Of The Circus

Can you hear Britney Spears in your head? I think from coast to coast, from country to country, everybody is hearing old Britney belt out a round of "Oops!.;..I did it again." All some of us can think about is why he was our best choice. That is, of course, if you can take the time to think about it. I'm still smarting because my choice didn't win. Write-ins never do.

As the guys from ICE and other Federal Agencies pound the pavement of America's streets, catching all those terrorists and cartel members that slipped in during the grossly mismanaged open border years, life goes on. More executive orders are to come, possibly setting an even bigger record than the last administration's or Obama's. It happens so frequently in America that foreign news agencies.

From one Executive order to another, we watch with anxious anticipation to see what rules will be for the next day ending with y. That's leadership with the stroke of a pen, folks! But that's what you get when you have woefully unqualified people running for office. Everybody wants to wield that magic wand of power, but not many should be trusted with such an awesome responsibility.

Yeah! Gas prices have gone down nearly 20 cents a gallon. Well, that's a good start on the first 100 days. At the Whitehouse things are abuzz with excitement. The former Whitehouse Boss has signed with a new talent agency. There must be big plans for a comeback, perhaps as a sleepy cowboy in one of Big Tays twenty-five spin-offs planned after the end of Yellowstone and poor Kevin's demise as John Dutton.

As a former president and somebody who once had a lot of choice words for people whose ancestors weren't from European countries, it'll be interesting to see if he can stay awake and politically correct now that he doesn't have a teleprompter to read from or a team of speech writers and people telling him what he can and can't say.

Meanwhile, back in Washington D.C., the big rabbit is about to sign an executive order banning Rabbit Season and his arch-rival is preparing to move to one of the 33 Illinois counties desperately trying to form their universal government to escape from the crazy hotdog king that runs the state. No, I'm not kidding, somebody made a point of bringing up the Illinois governor's love of the local hot dog establishment. Who doesn't like a good old American hot dog?

And what about our representatives? They're busy as hell trying not to let Kash Patel be the director of the FBI. Then there's Ms. Gabbard, who might be excellent for the position. Imagine putting someone with intelligence in charge of intelligence. What a world it would be.

But the elephant in the room, the guy with the gravel voice and a history that makes you wonder, "What was President Rabbit thinking?" has to get through a vote that's as big a long shot as President Bunny's was. Who would have thought?

So many congressmen and so little time. In four years, there's going to be a different president. And if it's not JD Vance, chances are there'll be different faces, and that's if Big Bunny doesn't fire half of them by December. Sure, I get it. Some of them don't want Kennedy to go after big pharmaceuticals. Ms. Warren clearly has a vested interest there, but her wealth, like many others in D.C., ballooned incredibly over the last four years. Maybe she's getting investment advice from Ms. P, the former speaker.

Fear not, brave souls. As your social media feeds are filled daily with partial truths, hate, anger, and anti-Trumpists, it's only going to last until 2028. Then it'll be anti-Vancers. Huh?

Maybe the last administration had the right idea. Have good ole Zuckerberg start censoring what we see about D.C. again. Nah...there's the First Amendment to consider. But that's a different circus with twenty-five different colors to look at.