All shit-sloshing gutters eventually end at the RNC. It’s like the famous section of that classic poem from the old gop poet, No-wokeius Bartholomew Pussyhound III:

“Give me your washed up, your publicly disgraced and purposefully-undereducated, your convicted masses yearning to molest underage boys in churches and motels while wearing flag shirts… I’m gonna scare those goofy fuckers into giving me money by talking almost exclusively in acronyms that they don’t understand, but are terrified of!”