With all the presidential poo in full monkey-flinging swing, let's pretend all debates could be held as thus: two men enter, one man leaves complaining about getting some kind of shit in his mouth. Wouldn't that be much more palatable to the ear and pleasing to the eye? I mean, I'd rather see some shit going in a mouth instead of out for once in monotone drones on topics having nothing to do with the tropics. Always the desert and its ceaseless unrest. Why not address the good things in life, like day-long monkey masturbation, gay men getting married on a unicorn, or Bam Margera going balls out ballistic with the Dudesons in the lap of the wintry land? That's a clearcut game, set, match if you ask me. Kony in 2012!