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Wednesday’s GOP debate was every bit the circular firing squad of self-degradation and futility we all expected it would be. It was a pudding wrestling match, because plain old mud wrestling would be too dignified for this group.
While the one-term, twice-impeached, coup plotting, insurrection inciting MAGA messiah watched from his gilded Floridian buffet room—hunched over his second bucket of KFC, one day ahead of yet another arrest, pondering just how many “proud” mug shot donor dollars he’d take in via email—the field of fecklessness that took the stage in his absence displayed, in classic form, the only things they might actually truly excel at: debasing themselves and attacking each other.
Even more pathetically, they all essentially ignored him. It was an unrivaled spectacle of profitless pudding slinging, an endless display of bottomless depravity.