A middle-aged gentleman wearing a orange corduroy sportcoat with elbow patches, over a tennis-ball green argyle sweater. And that was over a shirt, a patterned polyester job that could've been worn by one of the extras in Saturday Night Fever, only, nah, too garish.
Unbelievable. Words cannot do justice to this sartorial trainwreck. It was something only a supremely self-confident man would dare.
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