During this election cycle, it looks like once again the party of woe is at war with itself over which candidate can give away the most shi….. stuff. One former native American wants to pay off everyone’s student loan. I suspect that once she is in office, we will find out that the amount will be less than 1/1024 of what she promised. One guy is certain that he would be a great president because he is an awesome mayor. New York? Nope. South Bend Indiana. That’s exactly like owning a hot dog stand and convincing yourself that you would be great at running a town like South Bend Indiana. He is gay, so he has that going for him. Neither of these two have even an outside chance of making it to the big show. Another guy thinks he might be Spartacus, and I would love for somebody to throw him a spear. I think he looks more like a jerk, but that’s just me. If he can hang in there, my wife is certain that he will pick Oprah as his running mate. Right now the front runners are white guys, not that there’s anything wrong with that, both in their seventies. One is a socialist, and the other one is like that guy that you hate to see walk up to you at a party. He stands a little bit too close, leans in a little too far, and you can tell what he had for lunch by the breath whipping past your ears. Personal space Joe… and get your nose off my boob.

Meanwhile, in the real world, I’m not tired of winning, not by a long shot. And the clock keeps on ticking for us all… especially for an aged Supreme Court Justice.

Keep America Great.

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