Think of all the wet sweaty palms you have to clasp, the greasy fists, wondering if they used any soap in the washroom, have they been digging, scratching, rearranging...
I would hate to be a polititan. It takes someone special, someone like Bill Clinton to overlook hygene, to wade through the offal, the spatter and splat of the campaign and to actually enjoy himself.
You know it. He wallows in the s&!t. Standing on Hillary's shoulders of course.