Like any decent son of a hard-working Pennsylvania Italian-immigrant coal miner, Frothy probably could get a "job." But for some reason he instead chooses to continue his vanity candidacy for "President." Maybe because riding around in some zillionaire's chartered jet and appearing on Rachel Maddow whenever she'll have him, or on the Sunday news shows, beats the crap out of showing up at an office every day.

Okay, fine, not hard to understand. But how often does he have to apply his hands or lips to Foster Friese's withered old member?