As we approach the November election, let us join Buddy Green (and Stephen Foster) in hoping for a victory against democrat party misgovernment and economic ruin.

Sippi imagines today’s America as a beat-up old junker.

So, I passed United States. The United States was driving fifteen miles an hour in the breakdown lane with the flashers on. The Baby on Board suction cup had gone south and the laminated placard flopped on the rear deck like a fish on the beach. The back seat was full of unread newspapers and bees and sticky empties with no deposits. Three tires were bald and the fourth was a solid rubber tricycle wheel and half as effective.

All the windows of the United States that weren’t shot out were rolled down and you could hear the AM radio tuned to NEWSTALK RADIO! doodoodoodoo-doo offering to paint somebody else’s favorite car for $49.99 including rims and doorjambs if you had any. There was enough smoke for a new pope coming out of the gossamer remains of the tailpipe. The United States saw no point in pulling over because the gas gauge read E-and-a-half and the spare was on the car already and the tire iron was in a police evidence room somewhere.

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Of course, the old jalopy looked just about as bad back in 1979, but we elected Ronald Reagan and he performed the kind of transformative restoration that the tall Limey Edd does on the tv show Wheeler Dealers.

Hat tip to Vanderleun.