And to the mealy-mouthed, squirming mermydons, pissing their pants over a quarter of a percent movement in the latest poll, I say buck up, cinch your belts or brassiers and get in formation. The rest of us will have to carry you. Thanks Jim.
From your mouth to God’s ears. Please, bedwetters, shut up! You’re driving me craaaaaazy.
Vote Trump.