If I had more time I’d post a really scary story. But I don’t. Suffice it to say the tale begins decades ago in Kenya, involves some commies, a madrassa, some gay guys doing gay stuff, a very manly woman, a presidential election in 2008, a botoxed crone, a drunken Cheeto and nineteen trillion dollars with nothing to show for it.
Not for the faint of heart!
That’s scarier than any Halloween story.