Thank you still again God for giving us normal people the Bean-Counters Party to giggle over.
The Beanies’ girl for president is Hilarious Clinton. Hil is the first pathlogically lying woman to sneak within sleeping distance of the presidency since the LBJ days.
And who are the Beanies worried about?
The Los Angeles Times and The New York Times are wringing their manicured, work-allergic, think-free fingers that Don Trump may become president.
Never again may we accuse the Beanie boys and girls of lacking a sense of humor.
Even a child notices that lugubrious liberals typically strangle themselves with illogic.
Here is a golden line popped from the Beanly-loyal L.A. Times’s kindergarten-level editorial this morning, “Trump: Unfit to be president.”
The Times routinely befuddles itself when it strays editorially from forming arguments around words wider than a single syllable.
Latest illustration from the West Coast arm of the race-based Bean Counters party:
“The reality is that Trump has no experience whatsoever in government, interacting with the machinery of state only as a supplicant.”
Told you narcissistic Beanies like to tickle their own funny bones.
Mr. Trump has spent the last five decades building worldwide businesses and growing into a multi-billionaire.
Surely the pathetic paucity of such a skinny profile pales when placed beside the towering pre-presidency resume of Buford (You May/Must Call Me King) Obama. Buford took a more modest route to meriting the White House. A community organizer, he almost known throughout half of his cozy neighborhood.
Golly, why didn’t somebody explain that before I allowed myself to become a tick upset over the Times’s anti-normal atonal tone.
