Our 2020 To Do List

By Zamboni

After his impeachment acquittal by the Senate in 1999, Bill Clinton stepped into the White House Rose Garden and apologized to the nation. "I want to say...how profoundly sorry I am for what I said and did to trigger these events, and the great burden they have imposed on the Congress and the American people."

Benedict Donald, of course, will not remotely do this. Because — and we hate to break this to all those Republicans who trashed Bill Clinton from the moment he stepped on the national stage — 45 is nowhere near the man that 42 is. (Although like Clinton, someone is seeking Trump's DNA because she has, um, a dress.)

Nope, Donald will do a revolting victory lap. At the Super Bowl, the State of Union, however the timing turns out. He will smirk, preen, curse at people, insult them, threaten their lives, all the things he usually does — and he will turn off more and more voters in the process.

And then he will go on to commit more crimes. Just like he did on July 25, 2019, the day after Robert Mueller testified.

So, everybody, here's the deal: Nobody's coming to save us. Not Mueller, not John Bolton, not Lev Parnas, not John Roberts*, nobody. There's only us. From now until November 3, we need to register everyone we possibly can and get them out to vote for Democrats up and down every ballot in the land. We have to turn out in numbers so big that even Putin, Trump and the Republicans can't rig them out of existence.

Let's get to work. We cats HISS and PURR at the same time.

*Already moot because Lisa Murkowski says 

she's voting against witnesses.