Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, October 4, 2020, 10:53 a.m.

President Twitter is sick, roughly as much as the country. The TV stations are gobbling up the money of all the political candidates and brazenly running their ads back to back.

The other fellow is a disgrace.

You think I’m a disgrace, but that guy is worse than you ever imagined.

Paid for by the most civic-minded rich people who ever lived.

It’s hard for the lawyers promising to make you rich — for being in a wreck or taking medicine that gave you cancer – to find slots, not to mention the miracle drugs that will allow your Aunt Agnes to play tennis again if, in rare instances, they don’t kill her.

The oceans are rising. The forests are burning. The storms are churning. The world is turning, but just barely. The cities are teeming with unrest. The candidates are debating as if they just had a fender bender out on the freeway.

Don’t ever say you’re smart. You’re stupid!

Don’t ever say I’m stupid. I’m smart!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Smart! Smart! Smart!

Shut up!

No. You shut up!

I will not!

You will, too!

Now, gentlemen …

What makes you think we’re gentlemen. You shut up! You’re just a moderator.

Welcome to the U.S.A. today.

What happened to 2020? It was supposed to be 20/20, but everyone went blind, figuratively.

An alarming number of people think the world isn’t round, the coronavirus isn’t real, and if President Twitter has it, it must be a ruse to trick the Deep State.

I feel sorry for smart people. Nobody listens to them anymore.

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