…or for that matter how to open the doors or how to start the damn thing.
So there you go buddy…hop on in and start her up. Oh, right. We should probably tell you first that those keys are not just a shiny object that make a funny noise when you shake them.
Here’s the thing Mr President Elect: Sitting in the back seat and sticking your head out the window isn’t the same thing as driving the car. And spending a year and a half pissing on the tires doesn’t get you any closer to that knowledge.
Looks like the dogs are now running the fucking kennel and half of the country is about to learn what the rest of us already knew:
We will be the one’s left cleaning up the shit.