Once upon a time, when I lived in The People’s Republic of Chapel Hill, there was an insurrection and we voted this idiot out. After I left, he was voted back in. (Yeah, I know–it’s all my fault. I’ll ask President Zero to apologize for me–I hear he’s good at such things.)
I would ask what you people down there were thinking, but I guess when the guy brings you 6-figure jobs (which is the kind of income it takes to live comfortably in The People’s Republic these days), I know what you’re thinking.
Gimme mine!