Yearning for the comforting presence of a commanding figure so you don't have to think anymore?
Listen to these descriptions: dominating, seasoned, in charge of himself, perfect chin, perfect hair, has shoulders you could land a 737 on, smells of English Leather, Aqua Velva or cigar smoke....
These are the words used to describe the Republican candidates. (Obviously not the weak feeble feminized Mommy-type Democrats.) You are clearly supposed to be voting in a father figure, not based on his (or her) intelligence, grasp of foreign policy, capabilities...
But on how he smells.....
Jesus.
Echidne of the Snakes as her real self J. Goodrich writes her column.
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The whole pack of 'em smell like a festering ferret butt.
I think ferrets would resent that...
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