Bloomberg.
Ads.
Now that’s probably enough said, but I feel the need to explain. I don’t care that he’s a socialist. I don’t care that he’s a billionaire. I don’t care that he’s a Democrat. I don’t care that he’s a damyankee (OK, I do care about that).
What really gripes my gut is the way he’s going about trying to buy votes. He’s a sleazy oligarch who is convinced that he knows better than you or I about literally everything, and that the only way he will be happy is to control every single thing you do in your life because you’re too stupid to make the correct decision about anything.
And everywhere I bleeping turn, there’s another goram ad — a little box somewhere on every web page with his head and shoulders peeking out with that smarmy smirk on his damyankee puss, reminding me that he can spend infinitely on completely content-free ads that do nothing but hector you to join Team Mike to save Amerika from itself.
Now I’m not a bully, but if I were I’d take great pleasure in pounding him down the rest of the way to the ground, to where he’d need a telescope to look up to an earthworm! (No offense to annelids intended, it’s just a visual reference.)