Feeling hopeless about our political situation?

What to do?!

I often resort to retail therapy, but with the price of eggs (yesterday a dozen cost me $12), congestion pricing and ConEd wanting to hike our already outrageous electric bill 11%, I can only afford Chinese manufactured Amazon panties which does not titillate my endorphins.

A walk in Central Park is a wonderful remedy, but yesterday it was 7 degrees in the Park and my face felt like it just been pierced with a dozen Botox injections.

I cannot watch the news. My BP just read 170 over 92.

My solution was to shut the bathroom door, turn on the shower and scream F*CK until my uvula expanded (the thingy in the back of your throat) and nearly cut off the flow of oxygen.

Exhausted, with my hair having expanded exponentially from the humidity in the bathroom, I felt better.

That four-letter word explosion is more cleansing than an enema or colonic hydrotherapy.

Finally, a bit of relief since January 20th, up there with one of the worst days in American history.

Drop a gummie and try the four-letter method…you might enjoy it and it’s free therapy.