I did catch the end of the Louder with Crowder livestream, but that was less watching the candidate and more watching their take on the whole thing.
Reading through the aftermath, I'm glad I didn't watch any of it. It was Drooling Joe mumbling through softball questions asked by the half-pint commie from ABC, and Trump being attacked by a screeching harridan who couldn't stray off of her pre-written talking points even as Trump was wrecking them.
What a shit show.
Oh, and George Crapadickalous didn't ask Gropey Joe one single question about Crackhead McStripperBanger. Not a one. I know, I know, there's not a chance in hell that little George was going to ask anything that might cause Creepy Joe to actually have to answer a real question.
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Shoulda done my Town Hall Protocol: Select single malt, uncork, pour. Choose between Maduro or Natural, Churchill size, of course. Clip, toast, light. Repeat as required.
It's way easier on the mind.
Oh, there was scotch involved, trust me. And a cigar. Right now my nightly tipple is what is keeping other people from being murdered in the middle of the night.
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