If I were Rick Perry’s wife, I would be tall-building shopping this afternoon, a structure whose roof would be close enough to the sky to guarantee that I would be in a different state when I landed than when I had pushed off.
It only has been 72 hours since the Governor of Texas announced his run for the White House, and the hate boys on CNN, MSNBC, The New York Times, the Los Angeles Titanic, the Chicago Tribune and the Washington Post have chewed him and his record into filthy, mocking pieces so small that an amoeba could digest 20 of them at a time.
The Angry Left spawns fresh evidence daily of how incapable they are of seriously debating big-boy issues.
This is why Swish feels obliged to keep reminding us he is an adult. Reminds me of a crying kid whose parents purposely left him behind at the circus.
If hate or political lies were outlawed, the Angry Left would be sentenced to prison for life, starting with Swishy.
The Angry Left is incapable of replying to Republican assertions, observations or criticism in a manly way. You can’t remember the last time you heard tradeoff debate — when Cronkite was a boy.
If you watch MSNBC, the stepchild of a network with an admirable history, it has become a sewage heap — the language, the concepts, the fury, the absence of reasoning.
I was watching two Tons of Fun go belly to belly last night, the host Ed Schultz and Mikie Dyson, a race-baiting academic. They staged a horse race over who could get more sarcastic and higher pitched faster in submarining Republicans. Schoolboys are bored with that shtick by the second grade.
The hour-long show was devoid of news content or thoughtful commentary you would want to share with a friend. Every MSNBC show I watch follows the identical trail. Over at CNN, they dress better, the only difference. The CNN temperament is infused with the fury of a baby whose rattler fell out of his crib. Only on Fox of all networks do you hear both sides of the story.
If there is a serious person on CNN or MSNBC, I have missed him. Two of CNN’s gay anchors, Don Lemon and Anderson Cooper, are like watching your spouse drive, absent-mindedly, into a retaining wall. They can’t keep their tempers tucked in.
Our hippy-dippy President, leader of a vanishing hippy-dippy administration, has become nearly incoherent on his campaign tour through three Midwestern states.
Yesterday he announced he has a jobs plan that he will reveal next month — I am reminded of the song about tomorrow never coming. Swish lies like a spoiled brat, and his toadies throughout the media cheer to drown out the booing.
His popularity dipped to a President Bush-like 39 percent two days ago, and the Titanic buried it deeper than dinosaur bones.
Isn’t anybody in this here liberal room embarrassable?
We know Swishy isn’t. If this is Tuesday, it must be tomorrow that King Swish launches another vacation, meaning he officially won’t be paying attention to government or world events — as opposed to when he is pretending he is watching what goes on in government when he is on Presidential guard duty 4 or 5 minutes a week.
Wifely Permission
We are told that Mrs. P green-lighted President Perry (how does that sound?) weeks ago to run for the White House.
The secular boys on the Angry Left (that’s a hundred percent of them) tried to turn Michele Bachmann into mincemeat the other day when she alluded to being subservient to her husband for biblical reasons.
The foaming boys did it to Indiana Gov. Mitch Daniels a few months ago when, contrary to his desires, he acceded to Mrs. D’s wishes and declined to become a candidate.
Why would any Republican want to compete for President when you are legally assaulted every day you are in the race — treated worse than God, whom the boys really, really hate?
