You know what? Religion is kinda funny. It requires you to be intolerant. Doesn’t it? You can only believe in one single thing. Which means everybody else is wrong. Your best friend, your barber, the mailman, they’re all wrong. Every one of them. This makes America a fractious place, where virtually nobody can get along. Everybody thinks they’re better and smarter than everybody else. It’s sad, but true. Religion just makes it hard for us to be friends. Seeing as how me, S.E. Cupp, am the Pope of Brains, you might imagine I’d be disappointed with my fellow man. No. I’m disappointed with myself. An intolerant whacko like me shouldn’t ever be president. Yeshua rayonpants, citizens. Thanks everybody for watching. And I’d hang myself, but you know, hell.