It seemed last night, that one could imagine that Ben Carson was still on stage at the debate last night, and was only sleeping, like the Dormouse shoved into the teapot at the Mad Hatter's Tea Party. But alas, the good Doctor (and bad presidential candidate) has realized that even the best fundraising scam intentioned efforts at becoming the chief executive of a great nation must come to an end when victory in that contest evolves from merely improbable to damn near impossible.
What I think was the best part of Carson's campaign was his soft-spoken convictions--he said the most truly peculiar things, but in a voice that almost convinced you that what he said was not nearly as batshit as it was. He was like the living embodiment of a patently untrue Facebook forward your daft cousin insists is 100% true because he knows a guy who knows the guy who made it up.
He will always have a place wherever fine cracked pottery is sold.
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