Stranger Things

 I had hoped the election would be a long gone scene for all of us, once over and the votes counted.

But no.

My brother called me, laughter in his voice, to ask if I'd seen the news about the press conference.  "What are you talking about?" I asked, ready for a laugh, since he was already laughing.

"The one at Four Seasons Total Landscaping," he says.  

I looked it up as he talked.

OMG, I thought.  This is Americana at its finest.

Giuliani and his team, intent on exposing voter fraud, had set up a press conference outside a small business on the outskirts of Philadelphia, not at the Four Seasons Hotel.  It was next to porn shop and across from a crematorium.  A guy in his underpants screamed about George Soros.  A Biden supporter did a back flip in the street.  A circus.  That's our America.  Gotta love it!

The porn shop owner speaks. I think they're selling T shirts too.

It's hysterical he calls the two sides the Bidenites and the Trumpers.  

And there's this.  The first person Giuliani pulled in to speak as witness to voter fraud is a convicted sex offender, who, since his jail time, even worked for the Clinton campaign and has run for office.  Now he's pretending to be from Philadelphia, even though he's from New Jersey, and witness to voting fraud as a poll watcher.   Anything for a moment in front of the cameras!  Opportunity can't be missed and you might have to switch around your politics to get it!  

Sex offender cites voter fraud for Giuliani. 

Four Seasons Landscaping is cashing in on the visit.  So is the porn shop.  Get your Make America Rake Again T shirts and Bumper Stickers now.  They're hot!  Lawn and Order!!!

Four Seasons Landscaping selling some catchy gear!

It felt good to laugh over it.   Sure its America, from the Trumper guy in his panties to the back flipping Bidenite girl and a sex offender playing both parties to get what he needs, to both businesses jumping to make some good cold cash off the free publicity.  

We can't all drop inhibitions enough to go public in our undies, or athletic enough to pop a back flip in the middle of a street or brazen enough to switch from party to party after sex offender jail time, to find our place.  But at least in America you can do these things and get away with it on national TV because this is America.  We're more alike than different.

 What's not to like?