This mumbling, short-armed, wattle-necked, swollen-faced, beady-eyed charisma-free thing in an orange tie is the great and terrible Republican threat in ’08?
I’m starting to think that my Democratic friends in the US would be terrified if the GOP ran DONALD FUCKING DUCK in ’08.
Mind you, if I still thought Barack “Look! I can fuck myself in the ass for the Lord! Please love me, Christian Whitey!” Obama was going to be a lick of fucking use in two years, maybe I’d be crazy enough to be scared of this empty old man who can’t field a question from a comedy host who’s being excessively nice to him.
I’m telling you again. In 2008 I want to see Arnold Schwartzenegger versus Jesse Ventura for the Presidency. And I want the debates to take place in a patch of desert, with a ring marked out with stones, see, and two swords thrown into the ring, and the music they always played on the old Star Trek when Captain Kirk had to fight somebody.
Which Katie West made me an image of, because she loves me and you don’t.