I wrote this earlier for my LifeLog page Friday evening. I wasn't going to share here, but decided what the heck. Freely use if you want. The snakes and the rats have been squealing and squirming. Heavily. Shutting down those in opposition all over the place. Trying with all their might to hold the hatch door closed. Pretty weird behavior if they're truly confident they won. They just can't wait 11 more days. Just like they couldn't wait one more year to go through with the last impeachment attempt that flopped on the deck like a fish out of water. Hmm. It's almost like . . . it's almost like they know something is brewing off in the distance. Yet they're still in the dark. 👀👀👀 Was that thunder? "It was probably nothing," Mitch says. "There it is again," Pencil Neck squeaks. 👀👀👀 What could it be? "Big Mike, are you in here?" Barry asks in a low whisper. There is deafening silence from the other side. 👀👀👀 "They admitted defeat. They did admit defeat, right? The television told us they did. Please tell me they admitted defeat, Nancy," a voice in the corner pleads. Still, there is more silence. 👀👀👀 Hearts beating out of chests at a rapid rate now. The panic is real when you have to fight for your very life. Just wait a bit longer until the living God takes the ball for our turn on offense. I hope everyone has a racing harness. It's looking a little . . . stormy.