Epitaph for a Douchebag Dynasty

If you haven't had the opportunity to watch any of the Republican National Convention (so far) your very limited time offer is just about over. At some point in the dark of the East Coast, late tonight, I suspect well after it was supposed to actually end, the Clorox Kool-Aid Konvention will be well and truly done and I can only hope that we will go forth and be better people afterward. 

Not that there's a snowball's chance in hell of that happening if you watched any of it, by the way, but as the GOP is fond of saying, 'if you're gonna pull an All-Whiter, we're the party to do it with!" 

I wouldn't waste the spit if would take to drown the Beige Buffoon and the Grifters and Grafters whose behavior he's validated just by his existence, but you be you. And if you have an oversized sense of grievance, feel that women need to know their place, believe that the world has changed too Goddamn much already, and what the hell do all these brown and black people want anyway? then the Mango Mussolini is your choice and voice.

So go ahead and climb behind the wheel of that Trumpmobile 2020. It runs on beautiful, clean coal and runs over anything and anyone that gets in its way. And maybe the Founding Fathers would weep to see what has become of their republic, but they were mostly losers, anyway. And around here #WINNING is everything, even if, by design, it's not for everyone.
-bill kenny