Vote for me. I'm having a stroke.
F.A.S.T.
Facial drooping.
Arm weakness.
Slurred speech.
TIME.
You still have time to reject me. And wheel me into a hospital. And get back to being America and making yourselves a life and a future. Hope and change.
Excuse me while the doctor who is with my campaign 24/7, checks me out for my next stroke. I can only be out a few hours each day. I'm practically dead already. Like my husbands legacy.