Mr. Creosote and the Concepts of a Plan...

I didn’t watch the debate in real time. I never do. I’m too squeamish. When Donald Trump speaks, synapses in my brain fire and I completely understand how Elvis could have grabbed a handgun and blasted the TV. I don’t have a gun, so there is that, but you get my meaning. He is so fucking stupid, so staggeringly ignorant, so brazenly immature, so astound…