I have avoided acknowledging you because I didn’t want to be one of the business of flies hovering over the turd pile. I have things to do: articles to write, lessons to teach, a child to rear. I have done a decent job of ignoring your blathering, even though when I hear your name and the word “frontrunner” together, I vomit in my mouth a little.
Honestly, I went to see Duran Duran on the Thursday night of the debate instead of watching your shit-show. But like a fly to a turd, I couldn’t resist looking at some of the clips on Friday morning. I wish I had stuck with Simon’s “Wild Boys” and stayed away from the man-riddled stage we are calling a debate.
Because then I saw this…
Allow me to offer you five things that might be of more concern to the country than what you consider to be the most pressing issue: political correctness. Because while I will be the first to admit language matters, I refuse to believe you think language is the most important issue facing our nation.
There are way more than five, but I didn’t want to overwhelm you.
Normally I would say something like “I humbly submit these to you for your consideration,” but to you I say: Do your fucking homework. You want to be president, not a reality tv star. Get your shit together. Or don’t. All the better for me and the rest of informed voters.
With Piss and Vinegar,
P.S. I am officially finished wasting my time thinking about you. I can’t wait until the rest of the country gets on board.