Stop us if you've heard this before. (You've probably heard it not merely before but again & again & again & again & again & again. And again. We know we have.)
Michael ("Droopy Mustache of Misapprehension") Medved in The Daily Bleat.
After more than 20 years of dominating the national political scene, the narcissistic children of the ‘60s are finally preparing to amble toward retirement, leaving the nation’s highest office to leaders from less polarized and self-righteous* generations. Ironically, the boomers’ last hurrah in the presidential arena will almost certainly come from a starchy straight arrow utterly untouched by weed or Woodstock, rock ‘n’ roll or rebellion.
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| The "Mitt" device has located a power source & is about to plug in. |
If Romney is the last of these narcissistic dinosaurs our long national nightmare of hearing shitheads tell us what shits we are may be over, at least until Vice-President Ryan, in order to preserve the profits of the military-industrial-Congressional complex, has to trim some of the fat (Like hippies deserve welfare in the first place!) from the Social Security & Medicare entitlements the old draft-dodging Woodstock narcissists are leeching from the producer class.
*You can Google it: Medved's picture is in the definition of self-righteous in any dictionary.
2 comments:
I couldn't read through that crap. Even skimming Medved made my eyes hurt.
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Cliché Editor:
We neither. First paragraph was all we needed (or could stand) for mockery.
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