They go together like stink on s**t.
We’re not really up for another eight years of this crap, are we? On top of eight years of Jug Head McHopey Pants? Leaving aside the grim consequences for our nation, economically and politically, of even more liberal fascism, imagine the deepening seaminess of public life: the sheer sordidness of Bill’s sexual buccaneering; the grasping cupidity of Hillary’s personal financial schemes; the endless shattering of lamps heaved in anger; the red-eyed Secret Service personnel staggering into each new day, their ears still ringing with the cacophonous profanity of call and response from the sleepless night before. It is a scenario that takes me, as Wodehouse would say, to another and dreadful world. May God deliver us from such a fate.