I shudder to think if it's you-know-who. Actually, I shudder in either case, but "you-know-who" sends me directly to the Fainting Couch as well.
I would never have imagined this country would have such a miserable choice for President in what may be it's most crucial election for survival (well, maybe 1864 was as crucial, but at least in 1864 we had one decent candidate running).
It's as if this was well planned by the Devil himself.
At this point I’m betting on President Mogambo.
But I won’t write out President Jillian Whitman until after the election.