"Stick With Your Hideous Racism, And Combine It With Declaring The Poor Are Vermin, And All Will Be Well."

It's the Day's Day of Days!  Because pallid bust of Pallas.

You know, leaving aside this... misreading of Trump, a man who would rather eat glass then listen to criticism, let us once again gawk at the poverty of Muir's imagination, which continues to be dominated by sad wish-fulfillment scenarios, like possessing some strange mouthpiece that folks like Trump have to listen to.

And then let us stare at that awful Spanish.