Apparently, at the upcoming debate, Donald Trump will present Hillary Clinton with Flowers.

Gennifer Flowers. (rim-shot)

I’m shocked.

How has Flowers not suffered an accidental death by now?

Apparently, she’s still alive and still doing her patriotic duty.

…embarrassing the Clinton family.

I’m joking.

It’s impossible to embarrass the Clinton family.

Embarrassment requires the capacity for shame.

In politics, shame is like whiskers on a bullfrog.

Trump doesn’t have any either.

Who even REMEMBERS Gennifer Flowers this many years later?

Seating the former mistress of Hillary’s husband on the front row of a national debate…

…is that idea born from noble thinking?

Does an honorable man wield a floozy as a weapon?

And Flowers…

…who wouldn’t know shame if it ran over her wearing cleats.

Reappearing, decades later, to remind the country that she’ll dance to any tune sung by a rich, powerful male.

Oblivious that neither political camp considers her with anything except contempt.

Because contempt is all that’s left in Washington.

Contempt is the engine that drives the campaign machines.

Both candidates devoid of actual virtues.

All platforms are literally, “Vote for me. The other one sucks.”

The horrific truth is…they’re all right.

Hapless voters are tasked with deciding on which candidate to ‘throw away our vote’.

Electing public servants is a mirthless chore.

That fills all but those qualified for political office…

…with shame.