I’m sick and tired of this election season. At what cost to taxpayers and citizens of the USA do we need these candidates? On one hand we have a liar, a cheat, a swindler, and a bitch, and on another hand, we have a racist, sexist, a xenophobic madman- both with more money than most people in their lifetimes. It disgusts me. We as american citizens are trying to elect the next president of the United States of America and we got these.
Why? How did we get do this?
The candidates are a reflection of the American people.
Congratulations, we did it to ourselves.
Who screwed the executive pooch?
I did. Sorry.
I’m glad you started this thread, because this issue hasn’t been raised even once in this election season. Not a single person has even mentioned the dysfunction of the system or the drawbacks of the candidates.
Congratulations. You’ve broken open the lid on a heretofore unscrutinized aspect of American politics.
ultimate11, maybe you should live in your mommy’s basement for a while longer. The world is a scary and confusing place for people that can’t be bothered to understand it.
Better yet, hide under your bed until the election is over and Mrs. Clinton is President for a while.
Try not to pee on yourself this time.
Mrs. Clinton is perfectly acceptable and will probably be a fine administrator. No need to panic.
The average American has an IQ <=100. You do the math.
I did? No wonder (it’s taking longer than we thought)™!
After hearing reports Donald Trump proclaimed the N word (that’s it, it’s over), I agree. Until we find someone better in 2020.
My IQ has to be higher than 100, but I’m no coward. Especially since I was biking down Little Village at 4:20AM during the winter time on a red Pee-Wee Herman bike!
Another EDIT: I lounge in the straight dope in my little one room chateau. Does that count, Mind’s Eye, Watering?
I say send the OP back for a memory wipe and reprogramming. I hope ultimate12 is less of a complainer.
Just kidding. Yes, this election is indeed a rather epic clusterfuck, but the good news is that your life, and that of most people you know, will be likely be unaffected in any measurable way.
:whistles past graveyard:
You described the same person twice.
ultimate11 of 2014 (because the programmers are lazy to update a new version- after the clusterfuck of ultimate09 (between 08 and 10), was more politically interested, Thomas Ruggiero…er, I mean, ultimate11 of 2016 isn’t too interested in politics- in fact he’s disgusted in politics, and more interested in getting a job, making money and not caring about politics again (unless a nuke hits Chicago. Then I’m mad.)
Next time I’ll use something more vulgar. This candidate is a cum swallowing, dick sucking, open pussied, full out slut, whore and BITCH!
But I’m still voting for her. Oh well.
Well, reading the above, I can certainly guess why America is stuck with at least one candidate.
You still keep forgetting to mention the Democratic nominee.
I tried getting my father in this race. Nobody’s voting in a candidate that speaks in hands and hears no evil, speaks no evil (except for the classic bird) and can’t see no evil because he laughs at newspapers like the New York Post and the Maury show. Yes really.
Mother broke her ankle. Yeah, FDR was in a wheelchair, but no one saw that. I’m not 35 yet.
EDIT: Alright, we’ll try this:
Hillary Clinton is a cum swallowing, dick sucking, open pussied, full out slut, whore and BITCH!
I’m running wild tonight. I’d better get some more food while I’m waiting on steam to download one game.
EDIT II: I did say I was voting for her, on the last post. Wait…unless there’s something we still don’t know about DJT.
Most of those things are not insults, are they?
If you were called that- although I would never call you that-, how would you feel? If I’d say that to Jane Doe, I’d probably check to see if my face was red or blue, either way I’m injured.
Your mom is running for President? Is it a write in candidacy?
Just locker-room talk?
No, she has the same issues with my father. Deaf and with a broken ankle. Damn it.
This ain’t no locker room, is it?
And now I’m out of gas. Who said anger isn’t creative?