That sleazy little man is now on a charm offensive, a man with all the charm of a child molester. That sleazy little man is groping America's privates with greasy lies in the dark. When night falls on November 4th, Wolf Blitzer can show us the red spots on the electoral map where the bad man touched us.
For a Republican, that's the sweet spot. Fight through their defenses and, if you can just get a finger on it, you can take anything you want. Infected, it seethes with a menagerie, or else a haunted house, where monkeys run for president, where babies rot on shelves, where a man pauses to whisper in a Democrat's ear before planting a bomb, where thieves warn about the end of capitalism, where our enemies have infiltrated the capitol, and where great coups from little acorns grow.
This is why, when I see a Republican, I see a bigot, a fool, and a coward.