When he started sniffling it all suddenly made sense: The stream of consciousness. The inability to stop talking even when he had clearly run out of things to say. The ground chuck facial coloring. I understood why they came up with the whole shtick about how he never touched alcohol -- it was like Hitler and meth! Or Muskie and Ibogaine! And it doesn't even seem to be good shit -- it's like his handlers skimmed it and cut his share with baby laxative. Well, serves him right.
She was stiff and slow, and he made no sense to me whatsoever. As usual. Who knows what Mr. and Mrs. America think?
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