Oh KK, you're too much. I can see you in your later years at Aunt Hazel's Home for the Syphilitic and Mentally Infirm, LLC.; headquarters in Odessa,TX. All 37 hairs carefully combed over and held in place with Dixie Peach Pomade. You have dried flecks of applesauce on your chin. You're proudly bedecked in your "Bernie Sanders Forever" wife beater; the Health Care Reform Commemorative Birkenstock Hi-Tops on your gnarled feet and the stench of your urine-soaked, sh!t-packed Depends permeates the room.

You split your time watching The View and Olbermann re-runs on the DVR and gazing out the window at the West Texas landscape. There's a pond out there and you wonder why you were never able to hook a Largemouth on a Caddis fly.

On your last day on earth you muster all your strength, defiantly raise your left arm and with the last gasp out of your toothless mouth you manage to spit out "CONSERVATIVES SU..."