After watching last night’s Republican National Hate-and-Scarefest, I realized that I will need to pace myself a bit if I’m to make it to the Trump-finale on Thursday night. So sitting in for me tonight, watching the convention, is my alter-ego (or in this case, stunt double) Martyman.
And, obviously, he’s prepared.
In addition to the good bottle of gin, I have given Martyman full access to my computer. So please note that any snarky comments tonight will be coming from him, not me!
P.S. Martyman wants me to tell you that his hands are much bigger than Trump’s.