He says he’s gonna run for president of Venezuela… and just “learn Spanish real quick.”

No, seriously. That actually came out of it's mouth.

At some point you’ve gotta ask yourself, honestly, how many red flags does it take? Like genuinely, how many?

Who the hell, with even a single neuron rattling around in their skull, looks at this chaotic Jackson Pollock of a human being, a bloke whose brain sounds like a cutlery drawer in a tumble dryer, and goes, “Yep, that’s my guy,” not once, not twice, but three bloody times?

This isn’t politics anymore. This is performance art for people who think thinking is optional.

Press play. Watch it to the end.

Then try and tell yourself this is normal with a straight face.