Me and Billy JayCee.

I’ll start with Hillary. This relationship goes way wa-a-a-y back to the sixties. Here they were.

Playing at Revolution at Yale.

Think anything’s really changed? Twin sociopaths determined to win power at any cost. Arkansas trash and Illinois trash on the LSD trip of an aeon. How will it end. Probably with an overdose of power, sex, and perversion.

Of course, you’re free to nominate your own campaign song for Hillary.

John Belushi as Joe Cocker. Way closer than you think.

Well. Bernie Sanders.

Wait till his night comes.

He’s also an imitation. Lenin and Stalin are dead. But he waves his arms around like an old man who isn’t entirely deceased, like all his ideas are. You know. Prop him up with some idiot blonde coeds and a pianist who can play a few bars of classics from the past and he seems like he just might be current. Instead of a completely crazed moron on the ragged edge of death.

Again, feel free to nominate your own.

Clay Aiken. “Invisible.”

Martin O’Malley. Yes he is.

Hi. I’m not really here. Just holding a place for John Edwards. Who said he’d be back as soon as he got an ice cream for his newest wife.

John Edwards here. Remember what I said about two Americas? There’s Hillary’s and there’s yours. Hers is clearly better unless you can find it in your heart to like me.

Feel free.

Tomorrow or sometime, the Republicans. We’ll be just as unsparing.