But now I'm casting a seriously horrified side eye at the majority of my fellow countrymen -- askance, I tell you! I'm looking askance! -- and wondering if there is any point in doing anything except drinking.
|Hillary, have you had work done?|
A little Botox...perhaps a brow lift?
Because, at first glance, the lunacy of the Democrats would appear to be a perfect setup for an astonishing, historic, BIBLICAL trouncing by the Republicans this November. But au contraire, kittens. You would be wrong. Because in the very midst of delicious, hysterical Democrat Party Insanity, we've gone quite mad as well.
Mr. Donald Trump and his inexplicable candidacy are irrefutable proof that America, as a country, as an idea, as an experiment in self-government exploring the possibility that the average man isn't quite as average as history might have shown, is proving that no, no, the average man is really quite an unexceptional dumbass. As dumb as dumb can be. Worthlessly stupid. Painfully stupid. Stupid spelled any way you please.
So choose...which will it be?
In the meantime, there is still fun to be had on placing bets. Who wants to bet that in a Trump vs Clinton face off, we will be faced with voting for a guy up on fraud charges or a soulless harpy indicted for federal crimes? THAT would be fun!
Or in a Trump vs Sanders contest we could watch them fight over the poorly educated and those who don't care if people get shot. We already KNOW socialists don't give a shit about killing people who aren't on board with the Grand Plan, and now we have Trump bragging that his supporters don't give a shit either. So let's start shooting! It'll be fun!
But still...even with all the fun, may I politely submit my notepad? Now, I'm going to pour myself a drink.