So Mitt Romney chooses to have Paul Ryan by his side. It’s you and me against the crack babies and halfrican KGB assassins from here on in, kid. This time, I tells ya, it’s for real. This go-round, mack, it’s personal. Next time, sport, ditch the Eddie Munster cut for the Victor Mature.
The strategy here, I presume, is to tell the voters that Ryan is the heart-attack of Serious Conservatives. He’s the Judge Dredd of sober fiscal policy. If there’s any Republican who’s serious about this thing we call the government budget, it’s him except for there’s no Republican that’s remotely serious about the budget. This fact Ryan once demonstrated by warning that America was on its way to a fate nine times worse and extra more fire-spewing than the Krakatoa of fail they once and still called “Greece.” Krgthulu thought that was funny:
Good evening, drive safely. You want Paul Ryan to dictate your fiscal policy, go get yourself Freddie the Flame to guard your gunpowder too. BOOM.