Please don’t promote.

Wow.

Republican Presidential Candidate Debate on Faux.

It’s every incestuous red-neck brother sister cousin uncle aunt mother father grandfather grandmother mutual pleasuring you’ve ever considered in the most depraved, obscene, pornography obsessed level of your soul.

They’re annoucing their handoffs in the hall like it’s the Miss America pageant.

Ron Popeil has more creditibility than these blow dried made up empty suits.  All of them.  Like watching a roomful of sixes and threes get it on in a lesbian love fest.

At least Ron has something to sell.  This is slop for pigs, fattening them up for the real bloody slaughter ready to sacrifice their sons and daughters like Isaac to a vengeful God of Rapture and Armageddon to grace the plates of the plutocracy.

These Kleptocrat Klowns bully the bedwetting bozos of their base with the spectre of the scary brown people who want to steal their women and their Budweiser and their guns.

Not necessarily in that order.

Speaking of the New Order these fairy tail fascists don’t give a rat’s ass about your privacy because they like it all naked and sweaty.  These grabass harrasers want to get right in your face with their hot air and pointy fingers.

I can’t possibly keep up with the volume of filth and lies and filthy lies that have spewed forth in vomitous abandon in the last 90 minutes, but what struck me about it the most is that it was funny.

Funny to see these guys at Faux try and pretend that anyone really believes them and that they matter.

This was a joke, beyond Stephen Colbert parody, a fiasco.

Popcorn up for repeats if you can.