You’d think Rick Perry would take-off his faux cowboy hat and get real: abortion is no ones business besides the woman having the abortion.
No heart, Rick Perry has no heart. Even Lipitor can’t save him.
Elliot Spitzer has no business running for office. He’s the worst kind of hypocrite, a whore-schtupper with power who put whore-schtuppers without power in jail.
Anthony Weiner needs to go away. He wears stupid pants. He can’t even navigate Twitter, the biggest time-waster since Facebook and recess at Elm Place Junior High.
I’m not even going to get into the self-hating homosexuals on The Right. Who cares?
Really, who cares?
All of this started with Bill Clinton, who should’ve known better, but couldn’t be bothered to spend 8-years behaving himself.
When I see guys like Elliot Spitzer and Anthony Weiner, I know they’re taking a play out of the Slick Willie Playbook.
It’s enough. The media shouldn’t cover it. The people shouldn’t vote for it. Their wives shouldn’t fall for it.
Man-up, Rick. Man-up, Elliot. Man-up, Anthony.
Grab your sack and step-out of the spotlight, permanently.