Just when I had all but forgotten Stephen Colbert, he springs forth doing his slam poetry, rap rendition of Sarah Palin's endorsement rap/slam/speech/harangue for the Donald.
The only image which can Trump the Colbert is that of the Donald squirming behind Ms. Palin, trying to not look like he is in complete agony, the thoughts racing across his face as clearly as they raced through his mind: She was hot, once (in a trashy sort of way.) Now, she's just a raving lunatic, and I'm on the same stage with this maniac. Where is the Secret Service when you need them?
Thank you, Stephen.
Oh, Hillary, you're looking better all the time.