Just a quick post before I go to the pub and get drunk. If the griping of your opponents can be complimentary, then the sad little wingnuts love them some Joltin’ Joe Biden. Dick Morris:
On Thursday night in Danville, Kentucky, Vice President Joe Biden demonstrated that he is not qualified to be a heartbeat away from the presidency. There was no dignity, circumspection, courtesy, civility, or presidentiality in his performance in the debate with GOP contender Congressman Paul Ryan . .
How can voters – especially women – look at that performance and not cringe in embarrassment?
How can a prostitute allow Dick Morris to suck her toes for hours on end? Oh, right, she’s getting paid by Dick Morris. This has zip, zero, to do with Biden punching Paul Ryan’s balls, btw.
Will this debate hurt Obama? Help Romney? We don’t know. But we do know one thing: It destroyed Biden.
Yet Joe’s walking around, whistling like he stole Ryan’s birthday Butterfinger after karate-chopping his teenage balls. The immortal Selwyn Duke:
Is there a human being on this Earth more obnoxious than Joe Biden? It appears that the following was his strategy in the vice-presidential debate:
“Okay, I’ll smile wide like a used-car salesman, shake my head and laugh while Paul Ryan is talking. This will give all watching the idea that everything he says is nonsense . .
“The other thing I need to do is make myself look assertive, like a real alpha male, by interrupting my opponent continuously. Hey, then if TOTUS and I lose the election, anyway, I may still be able to take a leaf out of Bob Dole’s book and do commercials for male enhancement — of course, in my case it would be testosterone booster.”
Maybe he’s just naturally strong, eh pal? And maybe your politics are comfortably penis-obsessed. Ladies, this is what happens when you name your kid after a soap opera whore. The hardly drunken Karen Pittman addresses Joe directly:
I mean, put yourself in my place: watchin’ ya up there, gittin’ all excited, gittin’ your boxers all in a wad, I kept wonderin’ what ya were REALLY gittin’ — like, maybe, the HOTS, for young Ryan’s privates — if ya know what I mean. Kraut’s honor: it did look like ya were startin’ to squirm. I mean, enough already with this exaggerated “friend” business. I dunno, Joe, but if I were you, I think I’d tone it down. In this day and age, a guy can’t be too careful. I mean, Bro: Bromance is the air! After Queer Eye, well — anything goes. I’m juss sayin’: ya might wanna keep it, ya know, on the Down-Low. (Juss between us.)
Put. The kerosene. Lamp. Down. The business end of that thing isn’t a gin dispenser, it’s a source of fire. Jeezus, people. If Tuesday doesn’t go any better, we’ll have to pull Karen’s lips from a light socket.