Call me Nostradamus

My god, they actually did it.  The Americans have elected Donald Trump as their President.  Let's think about that for a second.  A so called developed country in the twenty-first century has democratically decided that Trump is the best man to lead them.  Christ.


And what's more annoying is that I predicted this very outcome in my last post, and then didn't put the bet on.  Even late in the day there were introductory offers of around 8/1 for Trump to win.  I hope the one silver lining is that some people will be waking up a few quid better off.


Which brings me onto the focus of this off.  Continuing where I left off really, let's have a look at a few more things that until last night seemed unlikely.


1) Honey G to win X Factor


She's an actress, or she's deluded, or I don't care.  The rest are personality-lacking waifs so she's got as much chance of winning as them, if not more.  And when it comes to the Western public right now, the ridiculous choice is par for the course.  As Superhans wisely said, "You can't trust people.  People like Coldplay and voted for Hitler."


Actually, I like Coldplay.  Maybe I'm part of the problem.


2) Romelu Lukaku to join Real Madrid this summer


As you're out of luck with match betting and football games today, let's look at another long-term option.  Currently Madrid look well-stocked up top, but they never seem quite happy with their centre forward options.  Despite a decent goals record Karim Benzema has never quite been the superstar he promised to be as a youngers.  And like we've seen in politics, sometimes the world goes a bit mad.  The series of events goes like this: Barca win the league, Real look for a marquee signing, Benzema has only grabbed 18 goals this season, he goes to somewhere like Atletico and Lukaku goes to Real for £70m.  It's possible...


3) Boris Johnson finally becomes PM


Right, hear me out.  He's not lost his shot at it, he's just biding his time.  Teresa May tries to push on with Article 50 despite the court ruling.  She falls out of favour within the Tory party.  The House of Commons, or more likely Lords, decides we should stay in the EU.  A snap election is called, Corbyn thinks it's his big chance, we all get excited and then the blues give us all the blues well and truly by not only holding onto power, but sticking a this bell end in charge.  And it turns out, lo and behold, he wasn't really that fussed about Brexit after all.  Who'd have thunk it?


Until next time, compadres.