Empty as Empty Can Be

Whatever time it is when you awaken today, take solace, however small, that in 178 days we hold an election for President. If you believe in miracles, the Apricot Asshole will again not win the popular vote but this time will also not capture the needed 270 electoral votes. But don't just take my word on the amount of time until then.

For those whose animus towards Barack Obama became some kind of fever dream that made the Mango Mussolini the perfect foil to own the libs, I hope whatever health insurance you've managed to hang on to can be used to pay for the medications now that your fever has broken (along with the country).  

As for anyone who is surprised electing a grifter whose sole talent is self-aggrandizement would go so badly and is now claiming buyers' remorse, stick your lamentation in your diddy bag. And if my bluntness offends you, move along because you're standing in my light.

Elect a clown, expect a circus. Choose an asshole and expect a shit-show. Done and done.
-bill kenny