Pre-election 2016. What happened on the way to The Nightmare Election of Fucko the Clown? It was two solid years of mounting anxiety. First there was a candidate-packed clown car of Republican grifters who clawed each other’s faces on the way to the nomination prize. It was supposed to go to Jeb! but a Mussolini-esque, tiny fingered, Cheeto-faced, ferret wearing, shitgibbon led the pack all the way to the finish line. Every day it became more and more obvious that millions upon millions of American voters were out of their fucking minds because they enabled Fucko the Clown to edge closer to the gold-plated prize.