If you’re hoping to get my thoughts on tonight’s Democrat Debate, sorry to disappoint you, but no I’m not watching it. I’m not particularly interested in hearing tonight’s episode of “Are you smarter than a Democrat?” Mostly because I know I am. At the very least, I’m definitely brighter than the contestants appearing.
I don’t want to hear about how evil the NRA is. I don’t want to hear about those wicked, awful folks from Wall Street. I don’t want to hear a litany of what they promise to provide to every American for free. I certainly don’t want to hear another word about the fraud known as “Climate Change.” And I don’t want to hear that strident, cacophonous cackle.
There are some things in life you can’t send packing, but watching Hillary Clinton, Martin O’Malley and Bernie Sanders debate isn’t one of them.
Besides, I’ve hit my allotment of annoying, Big Government Liberals this week thanks to Paul Ryan and the Republican-controlled Congress.
I don’t have to watch to give you my thoughts.
And here are my thoughts.
Hillary should be in prison eating food with a spork and sharing yard time with an enormous, overly tattooed androgynous woman named Feather.
Bernie should be living in a townhouse in the Villages yelling at children who walk on his lawn while he wanders around in his plaid flannel bathrobe muttering about Sweden and occasionally shaking his fist to the heavens as he bellows “Damn you America for killing the Rosenbergs!”
And Martin O’Malley should be bare-chested on stage in some Karaoke bar playing his guitar and singing “Jesse’s Girl” while fifty-year-old housewives from Glen Burnie on the town for a girls’ night out toss their panties at him.
The last place any of these dimwits should be is the White House.