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Think about it: Winky Dink



I hate to pop that childhood illusion that millions of baby boomers fell for: but Winky Dink never really needed your help. 

It was a scam.

You were played, Dork.

Winky Dink always made it from one side of the screen to the other.  You didn't have to draw a bridge.

How?

Winky Dink was a Warlock and floated across the screen. Drunken Warlock.  Look at that red nose.

So what happens to all that rage? 

Trump wins the White House.  That's what.

Every God damned Trumpster loving dickwad that voted for the President did so because they fell for the Winky Dink Scam.

And in the back of their minds, Winky Dink could never have made it across the TV screen.  Winky Dink only made it across because these idiots were there for Winky Dink.

Then the world turned on them and shattered the myth.

And the outcome?  Trump.

Think about it.

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  1. my spouse just said: "interesting thesis".

    @deedles - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5TdRhNLOPk. winky dink show.

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    1. Thank you, Anne Marie. Arrrgghhh! I was only one when that went off the air in 1957 and I was a teen when it was syndicated ( I googled) so it was never in my orbit. I missed out on the alien possession, yay!

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  2. I've never heard of Winky Dink and now I'm kinda glad!

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    1. You were robbed Bob. And at the same time spard of the tedium. Besides, you are not that old.

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