I know you,like me, are anxious
and freaking out about tomorrow.
But let's startwith something more positive.
A little bit more positive.Congratulations to everyone
who ran the New York CityMarathon this weekend.
Well done.Well done to all of you.
The New York marathon is one ofmy favorite days of the year.
Because it's the only time youcan have a bunch of black people
being chased down the streetby the police,
and instead of tragedy, it endswith them receiving a medal.
And the white peopleare cheering like,
"Run faster, black guy,run faster!
We're all together!"
I love it so much. I love it.
And I know a lot of are youwondering, you're going, uh,
"Trevor, did yourun the marathon?
I mean, you are African."
Uh, no, I did not.That is racist.
I... I actually spent the day
worshipping this bottlethat fell from the sky.
That's-that's what I did.
Now... now, even thoughthe marathon was, uh,
supposed to be an escapefrom this madness, uh,
and all the madnessfrom the election, really,
I couldn't helpconsidering the parallels.
Just think about it.
Both candidates are likewhat you see in the marathon.
Hillary Clinton--she's been running forever.
Struggling to the very end,
but fiercely determinedto cross that finish line.
And Donald Trump--he's the Porta-Potty
on the side of the roadthat's full of (bleep).
And yet somehow,still, people are like,
"You know what I likeabout the Porta-Potty?
it smells like it is. Yeah!"