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It begins innocently enough: “When we’re at war with the A-rabs, we do not need a damn A-rab president,” the woman explains. Then, the dudes drive up in the tractor holding a dog, smoking cigarettes, “woo”-ing, and generally carousing, and it all goes to Hell. Wait until the end for the resounding Clinton endorsement (via).