But, then again, we’re big fans of the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not take thyself too seriously.
Others prefer the American Idol format when choosing their presidential candidates.
To each their own. Retards are here to stay.
You’re right, Governor Perry. You’re not a slick debater. That’s not what I’m looking for either. I’m looking for a guy with balls, somebody who can laugh at himself, somebody whom I can relate to. You have that in spades. You fuck up occasionally, so do I, I’m not voting for the next Jesus Christ. I’m voting for somebody who’s like me, and that’s what you are. With all the blemishes to be sure, but also with the right core values, even if you have to be nudged a bit when you stray.
And us Texans know all about strays, don’t we? Keep on keeping on, Gov, I’m with you all the way. And if the damnyankees would rather have an American Idiot contestant on the top spot, then they can have it. They need us a whole lot more than we need them.