And so it begins.

The Clash of the Midgets being still unresolved, the circus sideshow that is the 2016 Presidential Election has shifted its focus to my home state.

Despite the expenditure of cubic miles of $USD, the only thing this entire campaign season has produced that's worth a damn is that old hippie's ad with the Simon & Garfunkel tune...


Too bad Bernie wouldn't know America if it bit him on the ass. (Which it appears to be doing, via the baroque primary rules of the apparently hilariously misnamed Democratic Party.)

So far this morning my TV has showed me ads for every one of this pack of losers except Kasich, but the morning is young, yet.

If this is what it's like after the weakest links have all failed, I don't know how Iowans and New Hampshirites could stand it, back when the candidates were still thick as dog turds in Michael Vick's back yard.
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