Papa Chance

Sipping a coffee, seeing the snow fall… for those who don’t know Latin, Papa means pope. You could also say Habemus Papam, (we have a pope), which would be fine fine fine in my presence. Seeing the scumbag Zubayar Al-Bakoush has been captured (well done boys, well done).

Say I was to have the BUTCHER of BENGHAZI sitting next to me on the stage, what sort of conversation would we have. Say we was at the TCIF building, you know, where they hang cardboard on the windows for election integrity. Place is jammed right tight with people. Yaknow, as I face her, with a wave of my hand KILLARY I can make all these people go absolutely wild with joy. This joy will not be momentary, it’ll go deep into their hearts and speak of this day and rejoice! Killary looks at me, “I highly doubt that!, with a little wave of your hand, show me! Papa Chance obliges her by knocking the bitch out of her chair, right off the stage. And the crowd roared and cheered wildly, and there was happiness throughout land once again.

Sitting into Sister Gusta’s 6th grade classroom, that Nun knew Government and history, there no whinning about standing and reciting the Pledge, she made sure you understood, people died for that flag and her teaching ways, made sure you didn’t forget it. I’m glad I grewup when I did, and how I did, file it under trials & tribulations. I kinda view it as prep work

” Chance, here, you are going to need this”,

Sister?