The Obama oration.
Awful and tedious.
Like a driver’s-side collision at a generic intersection by a tanker truck full of liquified codswallop into a tractor-trailer rig loaded with cast-iron platitudes. Followed by the pile-on crash of an errant live poultry truck driven by a drunk rooster.
Delivered from the very bottom of the largest cannibal pot I’ve ever seen, whence the candidate called for a downpour of rocketing, flaming human flesh to satisfy the proliferating appetites of the assembled zombies.
What a carnival of rot.