For what feels like the last 100 years of my life, I have covered every last detail of the truly barfinating Republican primary, their fully one million heinous primary debates, the drop-outs (Rick Perry is definitely still out of the race), the hangers-in (Ron Paul is still technically running—see you in 2016!), the gaffes, the laughs, the condescending campaign staffs, the GOP veep nomination, the conventions, the state fairs, the terrible interviews, the contemptible photo-ops, the presidential and veep debates, the press conferences, the stump speeches, the desperate searches for a sufficiently huge US flag, the good, the bad, and the ugly of both candidates (full disclosure: there was never any good to report about Mitt Romney), the surrogates, the financiers, the movers, the shakers, the candlestick makers, the ups, the downs, the motorcades shutting down entire towns, the wire photos, the campaign ads, the viral videos, the memes, the racism, the war on agency, the party platforms, the policy differences, the lies, and more lies, so many lies, the the agony and the ecstasy.
And now, on the eve of the day that will decide some piece of all our of fates, I have nothing left to say but this:
This fuckin' guy thinks people aren't entitled to food.
May Maude bless America. In the name of our lord Jesus Jones. Amen.
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