Anger seeping, holes picked and glaring, teeth barred, spittle, with eyes staring. Chest out, Exposed claws and horns blaring, Blood spills, heart beats cease with flesh tearing. Raised voices, and lack of caring, Emotions high and facts hold no bearing. That was the mood, as Wall building, overbearing Wig began declaring that we need to … Continue reading Trump, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’16.