I turned my back on politics for Ten Minutes, and surprise, it's lost all self respect and virtue, and is now nothing more than a buggered and dusty old flea circus. A guy named Weiner is twitting pictures of his wiener, which if you follow his team's approach to the situation (i.e. - not directly denying it), it is a picture of his wiener, but he probably didn't send it or mean to send it. "Those are my boxer briefs, that is definitely my wiener, but there is no way to tell whose legs those are, and I certainly didn't take the picture. You can tell because it's upsidedown."
And now, of course, Rick Santorum has thrown his filthy, excrement stained hat into the ring to make a run at Boss of the US 2012, somehow forgetting that his harsh anti-gay stance has gained him some notoriety as gay anus juice, as indicated by a quick web search. Sure, he's been the victim of what is possibly the single most malicious and arguably the most effective (and possibly laudable) bit of passive aggressive behavior on record, could we as a country, a Leader of Nations, really elect someone whose name now elicits such a frothy connotation? The answer is, of course, no, which is good news - from what I understand (and mind you I haven't had the time to properly research this yet), he actually is frothy ass juice.
Looking out at the field in anticipation of November 2012, I look forward to it, if for no other reason than pure, verminous entertainment. Let the rats run the maze, then may the fittest and most grotesque fight for the cheese.
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