If It’s Tuesday This Must Be Belgium

Hard to believe it’s Soop-er Tuesday already. My, how time flies when you’re having fun!

Or at least Belgian-style politics.

Prepare yourself for a day of ignoring phone calls from pollsters and get-out-the voters who will be annoying you right up to the minute the polls close. Since I sent my absentee ballot in last week (Ted Cruz!) I think I’ll prepare a traditional Belgique dinner instead of watching the pundits and pundettes pretend to, first, predict and, second, analyze the primary results. 

Fox Pundette, doing research for commentating on Soop-er Tuesday at the Vanity Fair after-Oscars Party

The meal is a commemorative gesture to Belgium as it used to be, prior to succumbing to the European Union’s (and the Democrats’) vision of how the world should work.

I’m thinking moules frites:

With a nice Belgium beer:

“Devil” – how appropriate.

And perhaps a few Belgium chocolates for dessert.

You’re welcome to join me for dinner, or you can gird you loins for yet another night of primary coverage. Whichever you prefer.

“So 2 Cubans and a WASP walk into a bar…”

Sorry, I’m not sure how that joke ends, as it was interrupted by a barroom brawl.

Meanwhile, things are looking pretty bad over in Kasichistan:

Come on guys, what part of “rally” do you not understand?

So carry on. Since we’ve already disproved one of Warren Buffett’s most famous adages – “Negotiating with one’s self seldom produces a barroom brawl”  – let’s at least try to keep the barroom brawls to a minimum.