Team Trump is going full Breibart in the homestretch of the 2016 campaign. No, make that Breitbart-Bannon-Bossie Man since Bannon and Bossie are behind it. Their focus will be their opponent’s husbands’s zipper issues. I am not making this up: they don’t live on the same planet as the rest of us. It will work about as well as the whole “attack your own party” thing.
In a word: NO. This is a toddler tantrum in strategic drag and I, for one, refuse to share a bathroom with it. B3 and their ally Roger (The Ratfucker) Stone want to “burn it down,” even if they’re still inside the house.
I’m not sure whether B3 and Roger the Ratfucker should be called arsonists or pyromaniacs. Both words fit like a custom glove on tiny fingers. They could always get one for each hand in size extra-small.
It’s time for a few more tweets. I got off a pretty good one myself:
While I’m self-quoting, here’s a tweet with a visual aid courtesy of an ab fab UK satire magazine:
I think, however, that the tweet that wins the election is a few weeks old. It comes from a certain Tulane graduate, former Cincinnati Mayor, talk show host, and self-described “ringmaster of civilization’s end:”