Kick It!

Caucas!

It's time for Great Satan"s electile dysfuntionary season to get fully crunk bay bee. The next few Tuesdays will see cats in Iowa, New Hampshire (way more better than old Hampshire) South Cackalacky and sun shiny Florida cuss, fuss and do some ballistic ballot casting.

Step back, deep breath, zoom out and party with some critical thinking about these individual GOPeabodies "in the totality of their public lives, study their records and platforms, judge their abilities and views, imagine each of them in the Oval Office making major decisions for the nation and choose the cat who you reckon should get a shot at being 45"

As one of Great Satan"s original Combat Rock Stars and one of 1's aide de campers sweetly siren'd eons past -

The subject speaks its own importance; comprehending in its consequences nothing less than the safety and welfare of Great Satan, the fate of an empire in many respects the most interesting in the world. It has been frequently remarked that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this country, by their conduct and example, to decide the important question, whether societies of men are really capable or not of establishing good government from reflection and choice, or whether they are forever destined to depend for their political constitutions on accident and force.

If there be any truth in the remark, the crisis at which we are arrived may with propriety be regarded as the era in which that decision is to be made; and a wrong election of the part we shall act may, in this view, deserve to be considered as the general misfortune of mankind.

Pic - " Kick It!!"