I’m hearing in the background, as I prepare for bed, the little Kennedy’s overwrought, flaccid speech (including his poorly pronounced Spanish and obvious pandering to every minority).
Time to hit the remote.
Ratings have just gone into the garbage can. Time to use the remote and shut this t.v. off. The party is over. Star Trump has left the hall.
I quickly stumbled around for the remote, could not take another second listening to him...