Live blogging the debates:
Seriously. And not just Ron Paul -- Tancrappo, Fuckabee, Duncan Cunter. Why are those losers still in it?
This is why it makes total sense for me to skip the debate. It would debase me to have to talk with those numbnuts.
So, Fuckabee comes in second in a straw poll that none of the front runners participated in -- because it was a waste of time and didn't matter for any purpose at all -- and he polls consistently as sixth at best -- well behind a man who has not officially announced his candidacy yet -- and the Post gives him this warm and fuzzy send-up.
Meanwhile, Big Daddy moves forward by announcing that we will announce officially next week, and we poll super-high -- some days a tie with Giuliani, and pretty much never below second place, and all the Post can muster is this blather about the so-called difficulties we face.
Now that's just fucked all to hell. Fuckabee has barely a better shot than that nutcase Ron Paul. And both of them have less of shot that my toejam. Less of a shot than the sweat off my balls. That's right -- the people, given a chance, would rank my toejam, then McCain, then Miss Romney, then the sweat off my balls, then Fuckabee, and then Ron Paul.
So, let's see... OK, so McNuts is cracking up. Well, that's hardly news. As soon as I came sniffing around, I pushed that loser to second-tier status at best, and now that's all finally coming to fruition.
And, let's see, who else is down there... right, Ron Paul. He had his little moment of popularity on the Internet, his debut on the comedy channel, and all that, but he's still the nothing he was before. As soon as Dan the Dweeb realizes he has to stop playing video games in his mom's basement and go out into the sunshine to cast a vote in a primary, I think all that Ron Paul talk will dry right up.
And who does that leave... let's see... Tancrappo, Fuckabee, blah blah blah. Right. As if anyone gives two shits about them.
