Mike Pence, the living embodiment of pompous cluelessness. Come on, Mike, your "time" done come and gone. You were lucky Trump reached down into the GOP muck to latch onto a sufficiently feckless, subservient character to serve (you will serve!) as his toady. Otherwise, you'd have probably lost your governorship and drifted into well-deserved obscurity among the ranks of delusional Hoosier Christonationalists. As it is, you're even further debasing yourself. What do you want, Mike? The presidency? Are you effin kidding? Ain't gonna happen. Hasn't "Mother" clued you in ... yet?