In his first tilt at the presidency he had some control of his faculties and was driven by the grift and privilege and celebrity. For this round he has the self-awareness, bowel control and temperament of a toddler and a panicked desire to avoid bunking in with Bubba. Not so much alpha male as scared, insecure, whiney bitch. His verbal discharges are a drone of self-pity from an otherwise vainglorious blowhard, the sibilance of a deflating cognition lisping from a puckered sphincter pout. His gibbering idiocies are part-formed in what’s left of the mind of a life-long reflexive liar and braggart.

Sunset for grandpa