2012 Republican Presidential Candidates


Are you excited about the GOP presidential candidates? I don’t know about you, but I am not. You’ve got the Just-For-Men Mitt and the born-again-christian Texan (we’ve seen that movie before) who says we must not appease the Palestinians (he means the Nazis) and neckless Newt  and the very black guy (forgot his name) who wants to replace the not so very black guy, and the old doc who’s been in politics for a while but hasn’t cured a patient yet and wants to abolish the government, and Michelle who lives few miles down the road from me (and wouldn’t  it be nice to have a pretty gal president from MN, eh? but not Michelle, oh god no, not Michelle), and some others whom I don’t care about - and now they’re thinking about bringing in the model from NJ (at least the ladies might find him more appealing than neckless Newt, I don’t know). … After all, Michelle, a terrific lady, may not need start packing.

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  1. AnonymousApril 24, 2012 at 10:27 AM

    LOL The republican party will hopefully go extinct!

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