The Left has so derailed and so thoroughly misread America that it would be a miracle if they won cheap seats to Leif Garrett’s “I Was Made for Dancin’ Comeback Concert” at the Light-A-Fart Nursing Home in Bugtussle, Texas come November 2nd.

The only way the woefully unpopular progressives can score much on anything in the upcoming mid-terms is via uncut, unmitigated, and unsubstantiated Graysonisms, steering clear of Obama’s policy toxicity, voter fraud, making certain the military doesn’t get to vote, and through ballot box blocking once a Tea Party mark is made.

Yep, the desperate, rudderless Left is freakin’ out and yelling:

- “Bring on the Obama Kool-Aid from election past!”

- “Bring back the effective fraudulent freaks of ACORN, SEIU and their multitudinous gross and seedy Mugabe-esque “Community” organizations to register 100,000 corpses and Disney characters to cast ballots and steal this son of a monkey!”

- “Release the hounds of ‘Aqua Buddha’ and commence the Sabrina the Teenage Witch Hunts!”

- “Someone ‘forget’ to send our troops their ballots!”

- Oh, and I almost forgot: “Unleash the petite one, King Samir Shabazz, with his paramilitary jumpsuit and his baton, dammit! We gotta win this thang!”

How progressive. How hope and changy. How low can you go, BHO?

All of the above smack is repugnant.

However, of the aforementioned ditties, one that really gets me PO’ed is how these socialistic slime dealers and election stealers are trying to keep tens of thousands of our military men and women from receiving their absentee ballots and thus their ability to vote.

Now, the numb nuts in NYC, when busted, said it was an “honest mistake.” I, in part, believe them. To me this is quasi-understandable. Here’s why: We all know the powers that be in NYC were busy kissing Imam Rauf’s Muslim butt over the Ground Zero Mosque, and therefore they probably just forgot to mail out the ballots to our soldiers who’re dodging bullets abroad from … um … Muslims. I get it. They goofed up. I hear it’s hard to multitask when you’re kissing someone’s _ _ _.