I
need to sing; “Mi-chelle, ma belle, son les mots qui vont tres
bien ensemble...”
What
do you do when the wife of the man you're intent on destroying, beats
your ass in public and doesn't even break a sweat?
The
President hasn't set foot in the ring, hasn't even taken a swing
yet and already Mitt's bloodied, and stumblin' around tryin' to pick
himself up off the concrete where Michelle Obama knocked him. And
she did it without even once mentioning Mitt Romney by name, or Ann Romney, for that matter (study out says Michelle's speech graded out at 12th grade level of reading compared to Ann Romney's 5th grade level).
Last
night was just the first round. These were the warm ups, the practice
punches. They handed Mitt his ass... laying off elves and
outsourcing reindeer? Got to say, I love my ex Governor Ted
Stickland.
To
paraphrase current Massachusetts Governor Deval Patrick, “Mitt
fixed a lot of things, but one of them was not Massachusetts.”
Whoa, shaaaaaaaaaaaaaade!
Mayor
Julian Castro and his equally fine twin brother, Lily Ledbetter, and
that governor whose name I can't recall took turns pummeling the
wannabe king of the world. They presented quite a contrast to that
vanilla mess presented by the GOP last week, which falsely purports
to represent the real America. Puh-lease!
Mittens
says he wants to take back America, well judging from last night,
he's gonna have to fight for it, if he can. He does have the money,
but he has no heart, no passion, no understanding and no brain
powering his cybernetic push forward to the White House.
And
that is the difference. We ain't got no money, but we have heart and
understanding of what will happen if we don't fight. It's as clear
as the difference between tuna fish and pasta, and potato chip
sandwiches for dinner.
Can't
wait for Bill Clinton tonight.
Vote
responsibly in November.
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