Watching the Republican candidates devour each other in an effort to appeal to their rabid but reliable base is like watching a guy in the arctic pee in his pants to get warm. It must feel good for a few minutes to hear the crowd roar about not paying for contraception, but the rest of the USA is thinking, really? I mean, really? What time machine did you guys hijack to get here? You want to take on the 98% of American women who have used birth control at some time? Why don’t you just put your dicks in a wood chipper along with your political careers and get it over with.
When traveling on unstable snow in the alpine backcountry, you sometimes get an unmistakable electric feeling a few seconds or minutes before the slope gives way. This American election is starting to give me that feeling.