There was a dull roar coming from inside the Charleston Cavern, the main cave for the Joebiden supporters. It was official. The Berniesanders had not made it close like the so-called Wise Old Walnuts had projected. No, the Joebiden had just won the Donkeykongrus battle for Lower Carolina handily. One of every two dinos had lined up behind Joe. Dinos inside the Charleston Cavern were slapping tails, grinning scary grins and slobbering profusely at their newfound success.
Maybe the Berniesanders revolution wasn’t the earthquake-shaking-volcano-erupting-lava-in-your-face groundswell the Wise Old Walnuts had been making it out to be. The Joebiden had come through, giving his camp the much-needed shot in the arm following dismal turn-outs in the first three battles of the Donkeykongrus leadership campaign. Dino brains were small however. Maybe they’d just forgotten?
The Jillbiden approached her husband at the side of the flat rock lectern.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I knew you could do it. Do you have your speech ready?”
“Do I? Oh, I’m ready to give a speech alright. This has been a long time coming. A l-o-o-o-n-g time.”
“Joe, dear. Are you okay? You’re looking a little peaked around the eyes.”
“Are you kidding. I’m always peaked around the eyes.”
“Well, I know that, sweetheart. But today, especially so. You didn’t partake in some weeds I don’t know about?”
“Good gosh, no.”
She gave him a comforting nod and grasped his short arm in hers.
“I guess it’s understandable given the excitement. It’s been a whirlwind day. Are you sure you’re feeling fine, though?”
“Hey, I didn’t have the stroke. You should go ask Bernie.”
“Okay, okay. Point taken. You’re right.”
She looked around at the dino multitude and beamed.
“You did it, Joe. You really did it. And I’m right here beside you. Look at them. They’re all yours, like birds waiting for you to sing them out of a tree.”
“Eh?”
“Never mind, just get out there and do your thing.”
“Uh, okay. Sure.”
He gave her a peck on the cheek and he approached the flat rock lectern. Sing to them? Really? He mulled it over. His wife wasn’t just right. She was always right. Oh, well, when in Rome. He smiled, waved to the crowd, his thoughts crystallized and he lowered his gaze in his trademark all-seriousness approach and began.
Where it began
Kinda thought it was goin’
And then I prayed it wasn’t gone
Iowa sting
Nevada made me number
And then Jimclyburn came along
Fans huggin’ fans
Reachin’ out, gettin’ real, here’s the deal
South Carolina
Super Tuesday looks so good
I was behind
Obama likes me, knock on wood
Steyer’s out
Bernie’s right there
And for those who like lonely
There’s poor Tulsi with under two
And when I hurt
Hurtin’ cuz I’m much older
But I’m still alive, how ‘bout you?
Warren, that damn Warren
Reachin’ out, gettin’ real, here’s the deal
South Carolina
Super Tuesday looks so good
I’ve been behind
Obama likes me, knock on wood
I hope so.
South Carolina
Super Tuesday looks so good
South Carolina
Obama likes me, knock on wood
South Carolina
Super Tuesday looks so good
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