You’re In Good, Huge Hands

(In America, anybody can be President. Bummer.)

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Okay, something’s not right.

Here we are, at the beginning of Spring in an election year … barely nine months left until Election Day … and I’ve yet to hear the Presidential frontrunner say anything more substantial than “Oh, yeah? Well, you’re a big fat pooty-head!”

And this from a guy who looks like the offspring you’d get if you crossed a Creamsicle with a raccoon, and then squeezed its mouth.

One day in the distant future, I’m su...