Bedtime for Bonzo

The Miracle of Democracy strikes again!!
DJ Trump! worms his way into the White House.
Oh, the horror!
So, me, the bookies, and most of the known world were wrong.
Dead wrong.
Don't we ever learn?
Anything is possible, even the impossible.
Noted that the market remained open as the ballots were still being cast, but The Donald was way way too short at $4.60, when the raging red-hot favourite, Crooked Hillary, was being quoted at $1.12 for the win [nobody ever remembers who came second].
As my Spy at the Ground said "Trumpotus should have been at least 100/1.
But as Sir Johannes Bjelke-Petersen was fond of saying "don't you worry about that".
It's just the Americans being true to form; it's no lie to say there's been no shortage of complete & utter nutters among the former residents of The White House.
How easily people forget Ronald Reagan was best known for being a B-grade actor who played second-fiddle to a chimp in the movies, before he became the POTUS.
Exquistely qualified for the job - but look what happened him - his biggest regret was that he was busted by a black man.
Found myself walking out of a cinema in Randwick, of all places, late last night and crossing the road to the nearest bar [which was called Bat Country, and they were playin' the blues] to have my usual tipple, pondering the imponderable, and thinking to myself "what would Hunter S Thompson do?" [apart from fear and loathing].
And there it was, a blackboard near the bar next to a chandelier made out of deer antlers, which had neatly written on it in white chalk.
"The Edge - there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones that have gone over" H-S-T.

(originally published 10-11-16)