Dancing in the streets

As grandma use to say, "it's a wicked, wicked world." We elect a president and people start contorting their bodies to music like a bunch of damned Canadians. We wouldn't be acting that way if we'd had won. We'd act more dignified. We'd be parading socialist-roaders down the street in dunce caps while we poked them with sticks.

A helmet tip to that Blue Gal, who I assume is one of those Fugates from up around Troublesome Creek.