Ready. Aim.

Reading this WaPo article is like attending a sporting event at which you hate both teams and every single player on them. There is literally no one to root for. Your only (and, in this case, fondest) hope is that the loathsome players form a circle, draw their weapons, and fire on command, but not before they tear each other into bloody bits. And while the stupidest fucking guys on the planet go mano-a-mano in an attempt to secure what little Wingnut Welfare will be available after November 4th, the good guys will be taking all their jobs.