Monday, February 29, 2016

Monday

(The Donald is even loved by the KKK.)

Yesterday, I made pancakes for dinner. They came out all fluffy and light. My eldest son raved about the flavor. He ate every last morsel on his plate. I'm a real Betty Crocker. Perhaps I'm half-a-fag. I washed the meal down with several glasses of generic ginger ale. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched the UFC. Anderson Silva took on Michael Bisping in one of the greatest fights I've ever witnessed. Bisping's face was a gruesome mask of blood. His nose got shattered in the third round, and he was cut over both eyes. Nevertheless, Michael was given the decision by the judges. I actually thought that Silva won the bout. But I'm not complaining. The fans were the real winner.

(Bisping vs. Silva was a great match.)

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy atheist. I thanked The Savior for my many blessings. I have wonderful hair, and both of my testicles still function properly. Plus I can occasionally afford meat. Who could ask for more?

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Koreans spend a lot of money on extra education for their children. The average mom pays over 250 dollars a month on private tutoring. Asians are nuts about schooling. The entire region needs to take a chill pill.

I turned on CNN. I like the network more and more each day. The media's slamming Trump because he was just endorsed by the KKK. The whole issue's nothing more than a gotcha game. One minute he's being called a crazed liberal, and the next he's a fascist. Ted Cruz even accused The Donald of having ties to the mafia. It's all bullshit.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Friday, February 26, 2016

Friday

(Ted Cruz will not be our next president. Thank the Lord)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner. I cooked the bird using liberal amounts of salt and grease. The meal tasted wonderful. My eldest son raved about the flavor. He ate every last morsel on his plate. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic ginger ale. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched an episode of Shameless. I'm never quite sure how I feel about the series. It definitely pushes the envelope. Frank encourages his teenage daughter to have sex with an older man so that the entire family can move into a new house. Meanwhile, Kevin accidentally sets his neighbor on fire. The victim's burnt alive in his wheelchair while the audience laughs. The humor's extremely edgy. Sometimes it goes way too far.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked The Savior for my many blessings. None of my limbs have been amputated, and I can still see out of both eyes. Plus I have enough money to occasionally eat beef. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Bangladesh.

I went to bed at 9 p.m. I had a dream about driving down a twisting road with David Bowie. We were both smoking cigarettes. He started singing Ashes to Ashes. He invited me to join in. The experience was marvelous.

I woke up at five a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. An internet company's handing out free condoms to Korean teenagers. Many mothers are angry because they want their kids to study without any interruptions. They feel that sex interferes with academic success. The peninsula certainly isn't Kansas. I often wonder if I'm living on the dark side of the moon.

I turned on CNN. I'm really starting to enjoy the network. Today's the big Republican debate. The pundits claim that both Cruz and Rubio will fiercely attack The Donald. The powers-that-be are currently shitting their pants. They know that Trump will be the next nominee. His momentum will not be stopped.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Thursday

(The Donald wins Nevada.)
 
Yesterday, I made bacon and hash browns for dinner. The meal turned out marvelous. The bacon was crisp and salty. My eldest son raved about the flavor. He ate every last morsel on his plate. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched an episode of The Walking Dead. There's something about the series that always leaves me quite depressed. For instance, little Sam gets devoured by zombies. He screams and screams as the blood gushes out of his head. To make matters worse, his mother gets eaten, too. Even the Asian guy fails to survive. Nevertheless, I'm a huge fan of the show. I wouldn't mind dying in a zombie apocalypse. It sure beats cancer.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy heathen. I asked The Savior to cool my throbbing head. Sometimes I have a problem with anger. I should learn to let things go. Forgiveness must bring about a sense of peace. I wouldn't know. I tend to harbor grudges.

I went to bed at 9 p.m. I had a dream about my poor old Scottish mother. We talked with each other at the kitchen table. Later, she gave me a pill. That's all I can remember.

I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Koreans are swamped with household debt equalling a trillion bucks. The powers-that-be are concerned that many citizens will be wiped out if the central bank is forced to raise interest rates. And that's a real possibility since the currency is shitting the bed compared to the dollar.

I turned on CNN. Trump won Nevada. There's a very good chance that he'll take every state on Super Tuesday. I think he'll even defeat Cruz in Texas. The Republican establishment is currently shitting its pants. The next people to soil their diapers will be the Democrats. Hillary's about to run into a buzz-saw. This election should be tons of fun.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Wednesday

(Ted Cruz looks like a greasy television evangalist.)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner. I cooked the bird using liberal amounts of salt and grease. My eldest son raved about the flavor. He ate every last morsel on his plate. I'm the king of poultry. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched several episodes of Reign. The show focuses on the teenage life of Mary Queen of Scots. The actors look magnificent. The boys are handsome, and the girls are beautiful. Mary has just learned that her husband the king will soon die. She cries and cries and cries. Finally, she agrees to form a future marital union with the king's younger brother. I really enjoy Reign. Perhaps I'm half-a-fag.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked The Savior for my many blessings. I still have all of my hair and most of my teeth. Not many men my age can make that same boast. Plus my children are healthy and get to drink non-contaminated water. Who could ask for more? I'm just grateful that I wasn't born in Flint, Michigan.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream. I woke up at 5 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Korean in Peru fell to his death from the 11th floor of an apartment building. The police found bullet wounds in his legs. They suspect foul play. Two other Koreans are being detained for questioning.

I turned on CNN. I enjoy the network more and more every day. Trump's attacking Cruz for his dishonesty. He called the senator the worst liar he has ever seen. The Donald also claims that Ted's a psychologically impaired human being. Cruz isn't sick. He just plays fast and loose with the truth like most politicians. He reminds me of a greasy television evangalist.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Tuesday

(Jason Brian Dalton should be stoned at the city gates.)

Yesterday, I made pancakes for dinner. I added water to pre-prepared batter. The meal came out all fluffy and light. My eldest boy ate every morsel on his plate. He raved about the flavor while stuffing his face. I'm a great cook. Perhaps I'm half-a-fag. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I now only get drunk on Friday nights.

I watched the UFC. To be honest, the match-ups weren't very competitive. Donald Cerrone had little trouble stopping his Brazilian opponent. And that's OK. Every once in a while, these fight nights turn into duds. I'm really looking forward to March 6th. I believe that Dos Anjos will destroy Connor MacGregor.  But what do I know?  Nevertheless, it should be a great match.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty pagan. I thanked The Savior for my many blessings. I'm in pretty good shape for a filthy old fat man. Furthermore, I don't suffer from anal itch--which is always a plus. Life could be a hell of a lot worse. I'm just happy that I wasn't born in Burma.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream about running. I ran and ran and ran. Finally, I stopped for coffee and had a cigarette. Tobacco always factors into my nocturnal life. I haven't enjoyed a cig in over four years, but I'll always have the urge.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the newspaper while enjoying a bathroom break. Korean schools are now forced to inform the police if pupils have been missing for more than seven days. It's about time. Too many kids were dying at the hands of their abusive parents. I don't agree with corporal punishment. Anyone who disagrees with me should be punched on the nose.

I turned on CNN. Jason Brian Dalton was an Uber driver in Michigan. He went off his nut and killed six people with a handgun. Another two victims are fighting for their lives. If I were king, I'd march Mr. Dalton to the city gates and have him stoned for his crimes against God and man. It's a good thing that no one listens to me.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Monday, February 22, 2016

Monday

(The Donald's on a roll.)

Yesterday, I made eggs, bacon, and toast for dinner.  The meal was fabulous. I'm a real Betty Crocker.  Who knows? Perhaps I'm half-a-fag. My eldest son raved about the taste. He ate every last morsel on his plate. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched Bellator MMA. The most interesting fight was between Kimbo Slice and Dada-5000. These two fat asses had a tough time hitting each other with any type of meaningful punches or kicks. They were absolutely exhausted after the first round. Finally, Dada-5000 collapsed to the mat near the end of the bout. His heart actually stopped due to a potassium build-up in his blood-stream which led to severe dehydration. But the big man's expected to make a full recovery. Maybe it's time for Mr. 5000 to find a new profession.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty misanthrope. I thanked The Savior for my many blessings. My health's OK. My kids are nice. And I can afford to eat meat. Trust me. Things could be a lot worse. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Liberia.

I went to bed at 11 p.m. I had another dream about smoking. I walked through Seoul in the summertime puffing on a cigarette. I kept to the back alleys for fear of being spotted. I haven't had a Joe in four years. Nevertheless, I still Jones from time to time. I guess addictions never die.

I woke up at 7 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. More Koreans are going to jail these days because of dope. The narcotic of choice seems to be crystal meth. It's often smuggled in from China. Drugs are a big no-no in Asia. Users often face incarceration and suspension from employment at the very minimum. It's much wiser to drink soju instead.

I turned on CNN. I'm enjoying the network more and more these days. Many traditional Republicans are shocked about Trump's victory in South Carolina. The very thought of The Donald in the Oval Office nearly gave Margaret Hoover a stroke. I think he'd make a decent president. His positions on international trade are spot-on and would lead to a huge surge in jobs. But what do I know?

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Sunday

(Jeb Bush drops out.)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner. I cooked the bird using lots of salt and grease. The meal tasted wonderful. My eldest son ate every last morsel on his plate. I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola. I've decided to give up the booze except for Friday nights. I just don't have the stamina to be a heavy drinker. Oh well. What's a boy to do?

I'm still watching Game of Thrones. Stannis and his army are being slowed by bad weather. So the Red Witch tells him to burn his daughter alive as a sacrifice. It's a tough scene to watch. The victim's only twelve-years-old, and she cries for her mother as she roasts. Meanwhile, the army of the dead continues to kick northern ass. I'm actually rooting for the dead to win. They seem so much nicer than their living counterparts. Game of Thrones is the best. Give it a try.

I paid homage to the Christ God. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. I thanked The Savior for my good fortune. Don't get me wrong. My life's an absolute smelly turd. But my children are healthy, and I have enough money to consume meat. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Cambodia.

I went to bed at 11 p.m. I had another dream about smoking cigarettes. I was drove around in my car puffing on a Marlboro. Later, I stopped at a restaurant and ate a hamburger.

I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Koreans don't get enough sleep. And this is also true for the peninsula's young children. Korean infants sleep later and arise earlier than Western rug-rats. Asia should never become a model for America or Europe. These are some joyless people. 

I turned on CNN. The results from South Carolina were pleasing. Donald Trump beat the shit out of everybody. He's a step closer to the Republican nomination. Trump's success prompted Jeb Bush to drop out of the race. Jeb cried like a woman. What a pussy. He needs to go home and wash his vagina.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody. 

Thursday, February 18, 2016

Thursday

(Former Marine Chris Marquez assaulted by black teenagers.)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner.  I fried the bird using generous amounts of salt and grease. The meal was fantastic. My eldest son ate every last morsel on his plate. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. I chased the booze with a large glass of Cass beer. I was in heaven.

I'm still watching Game of Thrones. I'm currently on season five. The angry dwarf and the portly eunuch are on their way to see The Mother of Dragons. Meanwhile, one of Circe's relatives decides to join an extreme religious cult. To make matters worse, the King Beyond the Wall is burned alive by Stannis. Game of Thrones is filled with blood and gore. You'll love it.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked Jesus for my many gifts.  Don't get me wrong. My life pretty much sucks ass.  But my children are healthy, and at least I can afford to eat meat. I'm just grateful that I wasn't born in Laos.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I didn't dream. I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. A Japanese mother forced her young daughter to eat over thirty dead goldfish. The little girl had kept them as pets before her mother killed them with laundry detergent. Asian women are far too strict with their children. They're some of the craziest monsters in the world.

I turned on CNN. I like the network more and more each day. A former Marine named Christopher Marquez was assaulted at a McDonald's in Washington DC. A group of African-American teenagers asked Marquez if black lives mattered. After that, they smashed him on the back of the head with a pistol, stealing his possessions. I'm not surprised. Many black youths are completely out of control. In the future, Chris needs to do his snacking in a safe white neighborhood.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Sunday

(The country just can't handle another Bush.)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner. I cooked the bird using liberal amounts of salt and grease. My eldest son ate every morsel on his plate. He raved about the flavor. I'm the king of poultry. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. Getting drunk in Korea is very cheap. It costs less than three dollars. The peninsula is filled with lots and lots of swaying drunks.

I watched the conclusion of War and Peace. The series is produced by the BBC. I do my best to avoid British Television. I still have nightmares about Masterpiece Theater. Plus I'm only as smart as a dolphin. But this show is absolutely marvelous. I almost shed tears, and I haven't cried in over forty years. Perhaps I'm half-a-fag.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some dirty atheist. I thanked The Savior for all my blessings. My life's far from perfect, but things could be a lot worse. At least I can afford meat. I'm just glad that I wasn't born in Djibouti.

I went to bed at 2 a.m. I had a dream about my mother. She adopted two Hispanic children and asked me to drive them to school. I agreed, but the principal scolded me because the kids hadn't been officially enrolled. I angrily called my mom and said the f-word several times over the phone.

I woke up at 10 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Several Chinese teenagers were arrested for fraud. They stand accused of ripping off elderly Koreans with a telephone scam. If I were king of the world, I would march these naughty boys to the center of town and have them savagely caned. It's a good thing that nobody listens to me.

I watched the Republican debate. Donald Trump won yet again. He made Jeb Bush look stupid. Plus he called Ted Cruz a nasty liar. The Donald's absolutely correct. Jeb's a weakling, and Ted's a scuzz-ball who wraps himself in The Bible. Christians like Cruz are the reason why lots of good folk avoid church. They just can't handle the hypocrisy. Ted's a Pharisee.

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.  

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Saturday

(What are the Democrats thinking?)

Yesterday, I prepared chicken for dinner. I fried the bird using liberal amounts of salt and grease.  The meal was delicious. My eldest son ate every morsel on his plate. He raved about the flavor. I'm the king of poultry. I washed the vittles down with two bottles of Jinro soju. I got drunk for less than three dollars. Not bad.

I'm still watching Game of Thrones. Rob Stark and his family are butchered at a wedding. Rob's pregnant wife is disemboweled with a fierce-looking knife. His mother bleeds to death after her throat is savagely cut. And Rob himself is felled by arrows and knives. Game of Thrones is one of my favorite shows. The extreme violence is both shocking and entertaining.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise. I'm not some filthy pagan. I thanked The Savior for my many blessing. My children are healthy and smart. My shack's dry and warm. And my belly's full of food. Furthermore, I get to eat meat every day. Things could be a lot worse. At least I wasn't born in the Congo.

I went to bed at 1 a.m. I had a strange dream about Bernie Sanders. We were riding together on a school bus in Connecticut. He told me how great socialized medicine is. But he frowned after learning that I voted for Ross Perrot. 

I woke up at 10 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Another Korean child was murdered by his father. The poor kid was only nine-years-old. His old man suffocated him with a plastic bag. Abuse is rampant on the peninsula. These heathens beat the hell out of their offspring with impunity. I find the practice disgusting.

I turned on CNN. Bernie Sanders and Hillary Clinton recently had a debate. I can't understand what the Democrats are thinking. Bernie's an elderly communist Jew, and Hillary's a dishonest stinking beast. These two will soon be devoured by Trump. I'm expecting Elizabeth Warren to jump into the race. But what do I know?

Anyway, I've shot my load. So long for now, and God bless everybody.  

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Wednesday

(Bernie drubs Clinton.)

Yesterday, I took my eldest boy to a restaurant. We ate fifteen dollars worth of fried chicken.  The poor kid hates going outside. He'd rather hang out in his room, playing Minecraft.  But father/son time is important.  I washed the vittles down with a pitcher of Cass. Cass is my favorite beer on the peninsula.

I watched Game of Thrones. I'm still on season two. The young Stark girl pretends she's a boy in order to stay alive. Her and her friends escape torture just in the nick of time. Meanwhile, Jamie Lannister is captured by the Stark clan and tied to a tree like an animal. Jamie's very naughty. He's a great villain. Lastly, Stannis declares war on the entire world. He wants to be a global ruler. Game of Thrones is spellbinding. 

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise. I'm not some filthy nihilist. I asked The Savior for his help yet again. The Dragon Lady reappeared. She came and took my youngest son away. I'm cool with it. A boy needs his mother. But she causes me a lot of grief. The woman breaks my heart every day.

I went to bed at 10 p.m. I had a dream. I worked in McDonald's with a black guy. He was very bitter. He got an interview in New Hampshire for a new gig.  But the powers-that-be decided to go in another direction. Chinese girls flirted with us as we cleaned their tables.

I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee.  Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break. Sadly, 200 million females worldwide have been circumcised. The countries that practice genital mutilation are Islamic. No kidding. Many rag-heads prohibit female orgasms. They think that sexual pleasure leads to infidelity. Go figure.

I turned on CNN. Bernie Sanders destroyed Hillary Clinton in New Hampshire. He beat her by 21 percentage points. Hillary's an absolute pig. Even female democrats hate her.  Do you want to know who's kicking his own ass right now?  Joe Biden. He could have gotten the nomination, but Obama talked him off the ledge. Don't be surprised if Elizabeth Warren gets into the race.

Anyway, I've shot my load.  So long for now, and God bless everybody.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Tuesday

(The Donald is correct. Ted Cruz is a pussy.)

Yesterday, I prepared pancakes for dinner.  The powder came in large plastic bag.  All I had to do was add water and stir.  I must be honest.  The meal was marvelous and easy to make.  My boys ate every morsel on their plates.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  The sugar sent me straight to the moon.

I'm currently revisiting Game of Thrones. I've seen the series so many times that I practically know the dialogue by heart. I'm now in the middle of season two. King Jeff is killing all of Robert's bastard children--even the infants. Meanwhile, Stannis believes that it's his destiny to become the ruler of the world. An evil red witch keeps whispering sweet-nothings in his ear. Game of Thrones has my highest recommendation.

I paid homage to the Christ God.  I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees. No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty atheist. I asked The Savior yet again for more help.  The Dragon Lady has gone missing. My boys and I are used to her erratic behavior, so we're not in panic mode.  However, my mother-in-law's extremely nervous. She keeps calling and calling.  I don't know what to tell her. Dealing with mental illness sucks giant ass.

I went to bed at 10 p.m.  I didn't dream.  I woke up at 6 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee.  Then I read the newspaper while enjoying a bathroom break. An adulteress in Seoul poisoned her lover's wife with cyanide-laced alcohol.  She was given a twenty-five year jail term. If I were king, I'd have this woman stoned right outside the city gates for all the nation to see. She's very lucky that nobody listens to me.

I turned on CNN. The media's shocked that Donald Trump called Ted Cruz a pussy.  The talking heads believe that pussy is a naughty word unbecoming of a future president.  I'm not that sensitive. I'm still in love with The Donald--in spite of his saucy language. Perhaps I'm crazy, but I support both Trump and Sanders. I'd be happy with either one. They aren't owned by the banks.

Anyway, I've shot my load.  So long for now, and God bless everybody. 

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Sunday

(Marco is another Wall Street ass-licker.)

Yesterday, I made chicken for dinner.  I fried the bird using liberal amounts of grease and salt.  My children raved about the meal. The boys ate every last morsel on their plates. They think that I'm the king of poultry.  I washed the vittles down with several glasses of generic cola.  I'm a broke dead dick, so I can't afford the good stuff.

I watched the latest episode of War and Peace.  The series is produced by the BBC.  Usually, I'm far too stupid to enjoy British television.  But the show is utterly riveting. I've never read the novel by Leo Tolstoy.  However, I'm going to download a copy in the near future. If it's better than the television program, then I'll truly be in heaven.

I paid homage to the Christ God. I said the Lord's Prayer on bended knees.  No big surprise.  I'm not some dirty pagan. I asked The Savior for his help yet again.  It's Chinese New Year, but my sister-in-law kicked me out of her house. She thinks that I'm a rude Yankee.  She might be right.  I'm still bitter because the Dragon Lady keeps leaving me.  My wife's now with her family, and I'm at home with the children.  On the bright side, things are very peaceful. I have wonderful kids.

I went to bed at 2 a.m. I had a dream about traveling to Scotland in a very fast airplane.  I attended a soccer game between Rangers and Celtic. Rangers were soundly defeated. My dead relatives were disappointed with the outcome.

I woke up at 8 a.m. and drank a cup of instant coffee. Then I read the paper while enjoying a bathroom break.  A pastor from Seoul beat his thirteen-year-old daughter to death.  He kept the victim in her bedroom for over a year before her corpse was finally discovered. Lots of children are abused on the peninsula by their parents. Corporal punishment is still used by most Koreans. I find the practice quite barbaric. We should all keep our hands to ourselves.

I watched CNN later in the day. Marco Rubio got his ass handed to him in the latest Republican debate.  It seems that Chris Christie ripped the young senator from Florida a new anal orifice.  I'm no fan of Rubio. He's just another Wall Street ass-licker.  I rooting for Donald and Bernie. They're the only two candidates in the race who aren't bought and paid-for.

Anyway, I've shot my load.  So long for now, and God bless everybody.