If capitalism wasn't my religion, so like if I was dead, I'd reincarnate as a Bernie Bro. What's not to like. Brooklyn accent, probably the only honest man (as far as he knows) in a sea of reptilian slime, and he's wearing fucking mittens some teacher knitted for him. That lady probably freaking out seeing her mitten's getting rocked in DC so hardbody.
Clearly he's not fucking around, and got shit to do after the inauguration like get that rent check deposited, stop by the post office and get stamps for this shit he's mailing for his wife, then try to catch the last bus back to Ver