My wife and I were sitting on our back porch when the election was called. Lots of hootin’, hollerin’, and horn blowin’ ensued in the neighborhood. Saturday’s celebrations were a collective relief of getting rid of Trump, and also every craven barnacle that attached themselves to him. Starting with Pence all the way down to all the freaks of the week I’ve drawn over the last four years.
There’s still over two months for them to do a lot of damage, and the pandemic’s soared to uncharted horrors, but we’ll always have last Saturday and Four Seasons Total Landscaping.