Of all the things said by Trump at the debate last night, the most telling to me was when he described sitting in his "beautiful apartment" watching Hillary's negative TV ads against him.
Doesn't that sort of sum it all up?
I mean, yeah, "Bad hombres" was funny and "Such a nasty woman" was typical and the fact that he "didn't even apologize" to his wife because "nothing happened" was what you'd expect from a lying narcissist predator and of course his refusal to say that he'll respect the outcome of the election was, as Hillary so succinctly said, "Horrifying" but somehow that image of poor little Donald, sitting all alone in his gold appointed (I'm just guessing) apartment in his gorgeous hotel (made of Chinese steel- that was a good one, Secretary Clinton) watching the ads for Hillary wherein she doesn't even have to say a word but lets Donald's own words speak for themselves, getting madder and madder and madder was so sad and so pathetic that I can't shake it.
It's hours before the debate and instead of doing something like, oh, study, he's watching TV in his apartment, his beeyooteeful apartment which we, the people, will never know the luxurious likes of because we're scum, we're bad hombres, we're nasty, we're too stupid to ever have the ability to own, possibly eating a Big Mac as his stomach churns because he knows he's lost it, watching his own lying face saying his own cruel words, wondering how in the world it has come to this.
Poor, poor Donald.
Now go away. Forever.