I first met Rick Perry in 1985. He was a Democratic freshman state rep, straight off the ranch in Haskell, Texas. He wore his jeans so tight, and, umm, adjusted himself so often that my fellow young legislative aides and I used to call him Crotch. Even among state representatives, even among Texas Aggies (graduates of this cute remedial school we have in Texas), Perry stood out for his modest intellectual gifts. Hell, he got a C in animal breeding. I have goats who got an A in that subject. But lack of brains has never been a hindrance in politics.Aggie jokes.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Rick "Crotch" Perry
Clintonian cretin Paul Begala levels the snark at ostentatiously Christian cretin Rick Perry.
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it's alright, but I suspect Molly Ivins would have been more devastating.
One suspects she is busily spinning in her grave, trying to figure out the whole zombie thing, just so she can cover this primary.
"Welcome, TBogg Readers" Editor:
Go ahead & mock (Did we not mention that it wasn't much but for what we pulled?) but TBogg was kind enough to link here instead of the Daily Beast source.
Couple more links from the big boys & girls & there'll be advertising here!
Heh.
Message received.
Rgds,
TG
Time On His Hands Editor Clearly States:
Just kidding, you realize.
Check your links.
--TG
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