It won't even be remotely a contest. My dad was a republican, an engineer, and a frequent visitor to Atlanta. What did Jimmy Carter do? A little too much volunteer work.
My dad took us to mexican restaurants, nature hikes, and the beach. What did Jimmy Carter do except pave the way for Ronald Reagan. The 70s were about high gas prices. The 80s were about my dad helping my sister and me build terrariums for our salamanders.
I wish I could be there during whatever ceremony my dad has already been waiting for in heaven. It will be a little awkward. Jesus Christ will say, how do I say this, Bob Efird is the winner this time.
Congratulations everyone else who totally called it, how could it be more obvious. Dad versus a "president." Jimmy will ask for a do-over, where he lives on a pond and drives to the tennis court playing opera music. But it is too late. He has soundly been defeated like anyone else who ever made the mistake of challenging my dad to a game of chess or anything else. This time it was a contest referreed by God, and the champion was determined today after 100 years of predestined futility.
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