In the early fall of 2016, Election Day was drawing nearer. Hillary Clinton’s unending truth troubles, unlikability, and smug, smirking superiority had really started to grate on the public at large. Blustering, bombastic, barnstorming Donald Trump was pulling ever-larger masses of humans to his events and drawing blood in their head-to-head candidate debates.
Little cracks began to appear in Clinton’s wall of inevitability. Tiny niggles of doubt would be voiced, almost shamefacedly, that, well, of COURSE, it was going to be Hillary for the win…no way it couldn’t…but. Say.
GOD FORBID, the Orange Man managed to convince enough knuckle-dragging Luddites to crawl out of their holes in time to scratch an “X” next to his name, well. None of these Hillary true believers would be hanging around for the destruction sure to follow. No one had any intention of living in a “Planet of the…
