There they were:
Il Trumpo and Jersey Fats on the same stage!
Trumpo, chin thrust out like a road company Mussolini, blathering away. Honestly, only an idiot would vote for this man.
And poor Chris Christie, visions of Krispy Kremes, and perhaps the Vice Presidency, dancing through his empty head, as he nodded and smiled behind his new boss.
Two bloated, pasty bullies pretending to be tough guys...
That much bullshit in one place. The smell must have been something.
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