Who cares if anybody likes him. The surgeon who removed my cancer was a pompous, arrogant, egotistical sob, and an absolute genius at what he did. I would never choose to be around him, unless my life depended on it. This is not an election for student body president; it’s is the selection of the one person in who’s hand the destiny of the free world may depend. Give me a g—damn break.
Bears repeating.