One of my favorite scenes in a movie is at the end of The Departed when Mark Wahlberg shoots Matt
Damon. The latter enters his apartment and takes a moment to absorb the
spectacle of the intruder that stands before him: Marky Mark, in a fucking
track suit and forensic murder booties, just shaking with fury and nerves and the knowledge of what he’s about to do. Facing certain death at the hands
of this incredible nightmare clown, a weary Matt Damon just sort of shrugs and
That's it. That's my feeling on this election. Okay.