Here Comes the Tuesday Debate.

I can’t wait until Tuesday night — I really can’t. Because if he puts on the same performance that he put on earlier this week at the New York Economic Club when he ‘explained’ how a 10-percent across-the-board increase in tariffs would help people meet the costs of childcare, she’s going to kick his ass and kick his ass good.

The last time we had a Presidential election between a ‘he’ and a ‘she,’ the ‘she’ ran the worst, most inept and mismanaged Presidential campaign since 1936, when Wendell Wilkie never made a public appearance because he opposed his own Party’s condemnation of the New Deal.

This time around, after 2016 she had the fucking nerve to publish a book about the campaign which didn’t contain one single word of explanation about why she disappeared from the campaign trail after Labor Day when he was doing multiple campaign rallies every day, or why it took her four, goddamn months to say one fucking word about that government email server sitting in her living room while he led the crowds at his rallies who chanted ‘lock her up, lock her up.’

And even though Barbara Bush then commented that by putting up with Donald Trump for four years, at least we got rid of the Clintons, in fact we didn’t get rid of them until Joe won enough primaries in 2020 to contact her and told her to shut the fuck up.