There is one thing I like about the elections across The Pond.
It has distracted the meeja from all that incessant Virus/Brexit chatter.
Personally I have little interest in American politics. Provided they don’t declare nuclear war on anyone [or at least confine it to the Pacific] then it’s really none of my business.
I do confess however to a small hope that Trump might get in again, if only for the fact that he livens things [and in particular Twitter] up a bit. There is rarely a dull moment especially when he gets into full flow. He stamps his little feet and throws a few toys out of the pram and of course expresses his feelings IN CAPITAL LETTERS.
The thing I grudgingly like about Trump is the simple fact that he’s not a professional politician like all the rest. He is the fox amongst the chickens. I would compare him to a sixty-inch plasma full colour television whereas Biden is a sixteen-inch monochrome monitor. I know which I would prefer to watch. I get the impression that Biden is followed around by a team of undertakers all waiting for him to shuffle off his mortal coil, and by the looks of him, they won’t have long to wait.
In the meantime several cities are bracing themselves for the results. Over here, they celebrate by giving a cheer and raising a pint, while over there they celebrate by throwing rocks and having a riot or two.
The big winner of the election is the manufacturer of sheets of plywood.
God bless America!