You all might remember my friend Vee from “The Tinder Dude” fairytale. Earlier today I came across one of her ever-so-on-point Facebook posts:
This post made me smile very much. First of all, because OH HOLY COW was it nice to wake up to GOOD news coming out of the US for once. Please don’t, on this day, rain on my parade by reminding me of just how low we’ve sunk that not electing a man credibly accused of multiple counts of sexual harassment against underage girls is now considered a sweet victory.
Secondly, her words inadvertently set of a chain reaction in my head that ended up with me writing my own impromptu political version of “Eight nights of Hannukah” which should be sung to the tune of “Twelve days of Christmas”. So, without further ado, I present to you my DC Beltway version of Eight Nights of Hannukah:
I apologise for the amateur image formatting, I just don’t have it in me to play with Photoshop. Also, the purists amongst you please don’t bother me with your complaints about the extra syllable in the Fourth Day line. I’m already aware of it and haven’t been able to come up with anything that I like better. For the rest of you, please enjoy the wishful thinking. I’m sure we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled news trauma cycle very soon.
Oh, and happy Hannukah to you all.