Sometimes the democratic process coughs up such a miserable choice between separate but equally despicable strains of evil that you really have to wonder whether there’s anything really protecting us. Imagine if one of them had become president. I hope their debate table was burned in a pagan cleansing ritual.
When I was a freshman I got to meet John Edwards, say what you will about his character (I’ll probably agree with you) but his hair is flawless. In our society, apparently that’s worth something.