I imagine lamb shoving his third steak into his mouth at a fancy restaurant washing it down with expensive wine and you ask if you can have a bread roll.

The button on his shirt busts off and he burps loudly in your face while telling you, 'Sorry kid, but we just don't have the resources for that right."

He then eats a live child in one bite while rubbing his bloated belly.

You walk outside and see Fetterman working as a garbage man who sees you bummed out and offers you a hit from his blunt.

That's how I viewed this race, and yes I'll take the blunt over whatever the hell the elitist first option is.