The Junk Phase of the Campaign...

Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. I mean, often that is the case. Turns out lots of the trippiest fiction is directly inspired by true events. It does feel like the culture has titled off the edges. Fiction can't keep up with the crazy tilt of our lives on the planet. It's seems like not only is everything getting hotter, this little ball of confusion seems to be spinning faster too. 

What of theToxic Clown? Let's just say, he is now beyond the pale, beyond parody.  I do think his brain is total, toxic, mush. 

Yesterday he was in Pennsylvania, and he spent the first 10 minutes of his "closing speech," talking about the old golfer, Arnold Palmer, and the size of Palmer's penis. Supposedly a prodigious appendage. Like you really wanted to know that, right?! Really. I mean, you can't make this shit up. And what of the MAGA cult? They just lapped it up, like happy little puppies.

Weird? No, weird doesn't quite capture the gob-smacking idiocy, and the total crazy. How is it that this man is a serious candidate for President. I mean, WTF?!