You know it’s not every day we get to celebrate the political equivalent of an armored car heist in broad daylight. Usually it’s just on inauguration day.

But before I introduce our guest of honor, I just want to say that I’m happier than a buzzard with a mouthful of guts to be standing here with y’all passel of real, salt-of-the-Earth Texans, Yankee bluebloods masquerading as rawhide Texans, and their respective, demure, and utterly subservient womenfolk. It’s been a darned good victory party so far, and I haven’t even shotgunned my tenth Buckler yet.

TBogg

TBogg

Yeah. Like I would tell you....