I don’t usually subject myself to the blathering of renown idiots as it’s an experience that ranks just above shoving a dagger into my eye in terms of pleasantness, but add a few snarky (yet highly apropos) annotations and it’s worth its weight in comedy gold.
53-43. That’s how close you came to having this dingbat for Vice-President, America. You remember that.
(via @ebertchicago)