I have no idea what number debate we’re on, but I’m just perplexed that we still have 12 of these jackhats on the stage. STILL. And Marianne Williamson wasn’t even able to fly in there by astral projection, which makes me kinda sad, because she entertains the heck out of me.
Everyone else? Bat. Crap. CRAZY.
We stayed up late for you, in case y’all didn’t want to, so you’re welcome. Also, there are some impersonations of Julian Castro and Corey Booker here, because we’re givers like that:
Happy Hump Day, y’all!