TheMastersNemesis (7,480 posts)
This Administration Making Hell Look Like A Good Place.

The Westminster Monopod is in a hell of his own creation.
He could be enjoying his last days, traveling or sitting on his porch with his loving, and very patient, wife. But, no. He chooses a life of blind hatred, and he is miserable for it. It is self-destructive, and destructive to his family and friends. His writing is nothing more than fetid flatulence. Even his face shows the hatred, as the closest he can come to a smile is the groaning grimace of a man who is in dire need of a high colonic.
When Bob dies, Clara will breathe a sigh of relief (through her mouth), and move on with her life. The rest of the world will be a better, sunnier, less flatulent place.