The 2016 pestilential election is turning into one of the less-than-hilarious Monty Python sketches.
“You’ve got a nice representative democracy here, citizen.”
“We wouldn’t want anything to happen to it. …”
What indeed. Ronald McDonald McTrump has clearly let the fat in his fast-food diet go straight to his head, where a .25-caliber brain struggles to govern a .50-caliber mouth.
I wonder what his Secret Service detail thinks about his quip about a Second Amendment solution to a president’s constitutionally derived authority (Article 2, Section 2) to nominate judges, given that their colleagues protect the other candidate for the job.
The candidate whose back Der Trumpenführer just decorated with a red-white-and-blue bullseye.
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