By the way, the idea that anyone would question our President's capabilities and competence is preposterous. His stares are inspirational, his slurs are legendary, his mind is full of coke. Plop plop, fizz fizz. Turn the lights low, clear the room, turn the microphones off. Who is running this show?
A strategy of flimsy confusion built on bribery, blackmail, and bullshit. Light the gas, watch it burn while we're told it's not burning. He's gonna beat Medicare, by God! We are beyond a travesty. We are drifting aimlessly.
The tube talkers have decided, the analysis was pre-determined. Like always. Now the switch out, some sort of heroic, dignified exit. For the good of the nation. Our favorite Scrantonite must go.
