As Donald Trump jibbers and mugs atop a pile of sissy liberal skulls, the search is on for a running mate. One thing's certain, you're gonna need a cartoon character to match Trump.

Three words.

"America's Toughest Sheriff."

That's right, the perfect mate for Trump is the angry pencil sketch serving as sheriff of Maricopa County, Arizona, where Joe Arpaio's made prisoners wear pink underwear and live in sweltering tent cities, all the while being investigated for everything from racial profiling to failing to investigate sex crimes.

His elections are dirty; he hates women; he's cost his county millions in legal expenses, settlements and court awards; and he is well-loved for being exactly the kind of tough guy dumbass we like these days, when we hate teachers and love prison guards.

A lot of county sheriffs are idiots. It's a small job, and all you really have to do is run a jail. Since the jail is full of poor people, no one much cares how you run it, either.

If you think an idiot sheriff isn't ready for the national stage, take a look at Trump.

If white people who didn't go to college could walk out of high school and into a unionized factory job, like they did a few decades ago, Trump couldn't get elected to the Parks and Recreation Commission in Lonesome Pony, Alabama.

But they can't, so he can.

And Arpaio, all tough guy bluster and not a damn bit of results, is the perfect sidekick for a superhero candidate who climbed the tower of working-class rage and stands there, hitching at his utility belt and eyeing up the girlies on the streets of Gotham City.

If I understand working-class rage, I also understand its tragic misuse. Working-class rage is like that pistol you buy because it's your constitutional right and because, sooner or later, black men are going to break into our house and try to rape your wife.

Oh, sure, eventually you'll lose your job at the auto parts store and you'll get loaded on bargain price beer and you'll shoot yourself because the bank is going to take your house, but that doesn't count. You bought the gun to protect your house because it was all you could do with a bunch of liberals running the country.

Arpaio's perfect. He talks like a cheaply made western, is singular in his lack of accomplishment and doesn't take any guff from his prisoners, all of whom are poor people in chains.

He doesn't coddle prisoners. His jail isn't a country club. He served in the military, and he wears a gun every day. He can be worshipped as a veteran, as a cop and as a tough guy. In 2016 America, what else counts?

He'll put a boot in your ass. He'll kick your ass. He'll kick ass and take names. He'll get your ass on a chain gang and put your ass to work. He'll send your illegal ass back to Mexico. He will remain focused on your ass until America is great again.

Trump/Arpaio — they'll kick ass.

To find out more about Marc Munroe Dion and read features by other Creators Syndicate writers and cartoonists, visit www.creators.com. Dion's latest book, "King of The World on $14 an Hour," is a collection of his best 2014 columns and is available for Nook and Kindle.

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