Yah know just when the sky is the blackest and hope is the dimmest (we are talking about D’s after

all) Orange reasserts his presence and one remembers again just why he needs to go in November.

If the dumb motha fucker had just kept a low profile, he would prolly walk away with it. But he can’t, he has to bring himself in all of his disgraceful narcissism and slovenliness back onto the scene to remind everyone just what a loser and creep he really is. Even Fred Flintstone is telling him to STFU.