I figure it’s high time to go serious about getting my list of possible running mates by the short hairs, so that the people would have a better clue as to what they’d be getting into come a Kumbalek administration.
I can advise that you best not fluff off your Internal Revenue Service obligation come the middle of the month. They know who you are, where you live, what you had for breakfast, I kid you not.
I get to the presidential ballot part and I find that there is no candidate named Art Kumbalek, so that the smart-thinking voter is denied his/her/them/there/we/together/us to vote for a Eugene V. Debs kind-of guy like me.