If you polled your brothers on Hillary, I'm sure you'd find that 100% of them despise her crusty cankles.
Sure, a lot of them didn't make it to the polls on election day, but we've been through that a thousand times and know why they didn't show up.
I showed up because I'm a Freeper, and I pay attention, but to those decent, patriotic Americans who only tune in occasionally, the election was a choice between tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee.
And although I myself had a hard time deciding whether The Mormon Milquetoast, aka, the man in the strange underwear, was alive or dead, I will never forgive the American electorate for choosing Tweedle-dummer.
I hate to admit this, but in a way I actually hope we got The Mombasa MF, (You know, Reggie's BF?) by fraud rather than by a majority of my fellow citizens voting for him. Their criminality would be easier to accept than their stupidity.