Teh Squeaky Wheel
Good morning, Wheelizens!
Maaaaaaan…every time I think the presidential race has finally reached its nadir, events prove me wrong. I’m seriously considering writing-in Incitatus next month; at least I know he’s full of horseshit. 👿
Skynet: The Early Years.
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
The next four-to-eight years are going to be reeeeeal interesting, and not in a good way.
Yeah, get the popcorn out for the debate tonite. I don’t see a good outcome for America in November no matter who wins.
Heya, Paddy and Sven!
We are now seeing what happens when both parties of a political duopoly abandon all principle -- or even the pretense thereof.
I honestly cannot decide which candidate will make a worse POTUS; particularly taking SCOTUS into consideration. Neither one of them will nominate any Constitutionalists, as that fusty old document stands in the way of their ambitions to rule us.
And I don’t think there’s much chance that the Washington University campus will be, erm, vitrified tonight, shiny as that might be.
Teh popcorn is popped and teh butter is melted. Beer is cold. I’m all ready for the big throwdown.
Line of the evening: “Because you’d be in jail.”
That was most interesting. I give it to Trump. The guy’s campaign has more lives than most cats.
Odd that Trump keeps sniffing, but on the other hand, there was a fly that would not leave Clinton alone, and the look on Bubba’s face as Trump ran down the list of women that have accused him of rape was worth it.