But he wasn’t the first president along their path of decline, right? He’s the dude that was left with the pending shortage of burrito fixings and finally had to get serious about shit.

Also maybe Commacho is the archetype for what a democratic nominee will have to devolve into to finally be “heard” by the broken weirdo populous that use politics as a sport and life identity.

Go read all the headlines about “dems don’t know how to communicate with large parts of America” - that statement doesn’t mean they said “you all” when they should have said “y’all”… It means that J.D. Pritzker has to start wearing a hot dog costume, legally change his name to “$HITcago DOG” go around the country for the next four years holding rallies where he farts the national anthem, gives everyone who attends a FULL SIZE Snickers bar and humps a blow up doll with marge taylor greene’s face taped to it. Along the way, he’ll gently sprinkle in messaging, but all of this will also involve just so many compromised principles in a continuing Overton window shift, where the platform devolves to “don’t be a dick sometimes, asshole”. There’s your bumper sticker.