well done

You have pleased me, Republicans. As I lounge on my leather-and-lambswool daybed, I am amused by your struggles, and yet detached in a glorious contemplation of mid-term denouement. Your hearts of darkness don't interest me, Red Staters, I must conserve my strength and rest myself for another two years, when my furry fury will be unleashed. Until then, pizzles.

You are getting very sleepy

Republicans: look into my eyes...you feel mesmerized and weary, so very sleepy. Your eyelids feel like two small stones, getting heavier...let them fall, and rest...fall into the deep sleep you deserve. You will awaken on November 8 feeling completely refreshed, but until then, you will have blissful dreams of retaining power over the military industrial complex. And of whales, oddly, who seem to be singing a beautiful song about someone named Hillary that you can't seem to resist. Anyway...sleep...