Back to the Polls!

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We have to continue to recap the political race, right?

After all, the presidential election in this country is something of a horse race...

...people vote for a candidate based on a meme that may or may not even be true.

Those things are all over the place.

Hell, I didn't even know what a meme was until about a week ago...

...but they rule the day now.

A meme is a social media picture that shows a photo of someone:

Obama with his eyes closed, for instance.

Then underneath there are words that hammer him:

Obama made a statement about Ferguson, but he was sleeping when it came to the white guy who got shot. How come he doesn't go to a white guy's funeral?

Then there are 1.3K likes and 785 comments.

Someone out there may choose to either vote or not vote in a particular manner based on a fake meme that someone developed in their basement without checking even a single fact.

It's weird.

But let's check in on the leaders who are positioning to be the next president:

1). Donald - He's been relatively quiet lately, right? Some are saying that he's slipping a little in the polls because people might be figuring out that he can't last. Still the front-runner for GOP. Until his next racist, sexist, hate-filled speech.

2). Ben Carson - Some weird stuff coming out of his mouth lately. He'd charge a gunman? To save his girlfriend maybe? We've all had the tough guy, 'I saved the day' daydream, but he's kinda' bashing the shooting victims when he tells them what they should've done when the gunman shot them. The more he talks, the stranger it gets.

3). Hillary - Benghazi, e-mails, Lewinsky, witch-like, woman...not sure if she will pick up steam somehow...not a whole lot of momentum.

4). Jeb - We were safe if you don't count 9/11. The funniest thing about the whole campaign so far is Donald saying 'He's low-energy.' That's a tough thing to disprove.

5). Huckabee - God told him he's gonna' be president. That right there should disqualify him. Why does God only talk to nut-bags?

6). Bernie is a socialist. Rotten bastard wants everyone to eat. He can't possibly be a real candidate, right?

So.

There you have it.

The early returns.

Aren't you excited?

I wish I knew how to design a meme.

It's time to liven this race up a little with some actual facts.

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