Gee, Mid West, nice going there. Thanks ever so much for allowing the rest of the country to swing on by.
We just never get to have a say about our Democratic nominee, now do we? No, it’s states that rank, population-wise, as mid-sized cities in the Left Coast. Say our San Jose to your Iowa, or what you just voted yesterday to the population of Southern California; Northern Cal being another center, and Central being what you Midwest boys might call home. New York can chime in anytime, too, about backwater states determining the shit.
Not that the Confederate States and Mid West don’t have nice people. I’ve met a few. An easy lot, to be sure. Though ya’ll seem to be under the assumption that anyone from California lives beachfront and has a surfboard, or knows actors from inland, err, Hollywood. Yeah, whatever, you yahoos.
So, let’s assume the premise, about Hillary being the Dem nom. She goes up against a Nazi, Herr Trump. She wins. She better, better, you bet.
Here’s how that shit goes down, best case scenario.
Wall Street calls in its chips, which also means no chance of environmental controls on the environment. Also, no Fed help as California switches from a lackluster El Nino to a shitburger La Nina. Which means you fuckers in the Mid West will pay through the nose for produce, while we go calling on our farmers’ markets for greens milked from dry earth. Have a happy cold snap as everyone else sizzles and you cant dig dirt weed, or find some farmer’s son who could possibly fly a bi-plane. Dem days are over.
Not that I speak for all Californians, mind you. There are plenty of imported idiots who just fell off the turnip truck out here. They reside either in Orange County, or out in the Tules. To get there, head up the Grapevine and listen to some Stones.
Because Jesus will save your ass on that ball-busting hill.