I thought Snake Oil Salesmen were a relic of the past, standing up on a stage dispensing blatant lies and bogus even dangerous cures for exaggerated imagined illness and or personal fears.
I thought we ran all of them out of town, suitably tarred and feathered, Riding on a hitching post rail. Perhaps some things never change.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Step right up folks! In this little bottle, I hold in my hand, is a magic elixir of my own imagination and invention, That is absolutely-unconditionally guaranteed To Make America great again, All I ask for this be all, cure all, is one small vote cast for me, crowning me King of all there is."
Now where did we put that rail?
Decency and intelligence should rule the day, not stupidity and meanness of heart. Dump Trump in 2016!