Curb-Stomping the Donald: Thanks, Ms Harris!

If you watched the September 10th Presidential Debate, you were privileged to watch a very smart black woman getting in a 90-minute power workout using Mr. Trump’s nut sack for a punching bag. Ba-dudda-ba-dudda-ba-dudda for an hour and a half. I particularly enjoyed her use of Moe Howard’s signature stooge-slap to poke Trump in the eyes with two fingers, then, when he raised his guard, kicked him in the crotch really hard and, as they say in the newspapers, “repeatedly.” Like a classic, old-school boxer, Ms Harris went upside that head, then lashed a wicked shot to Trump’s liver. Head-body-head-body-head. Kamala Harris floated like a butterfly …and stung that man like a bee.

The Fox media world’s initial reaction was: “Dang! That’s gonna leave a mark…”

The rest of us imagine that somewhere within Mar-a-Lago, a crazy old man with an orange weave is gingerly dipping his balls in a bowl of ice water.