What’s Not to Like?
Walken for President in 2008. Keep it clean, right? Damn! If nothing else, the guy makes for compelling campaign photos.
I mean who doesn’t know the Godfather gets things done? The competition? A thoughtful photo essay follows…
Well, kissing babies and constituency butt may count in a Senate race, but photogenic opportunity it’s not. Skepticism has it’s place……aw hell, I don’t believe in campaign finance either. But people are more comfortable with a true person of faith than some Tommy/Johnny-come-lately. Of course, you can’t discount the economics of it all, for the fact is that the trade deficit is no Mickey Mouse affair and can suck the blood out of a sustained recovery.
Then there’s oil. Oil’s slick. Oil is the greasy spoon in ’08. Enough, not enough, where will we be? Along with the housing bubble, double inflation and
too much government.
So who? So, who’s left?
Left. Um, no. She picks on the disabled and the head spinning thing scares children. And Major Dad.
Someone cuddly and not too bright? Or bright
and not too cuddly.
Decisions, decisions, so many decisions. Thank goodness we’ve a little time yet, with good friends to rely on and a system
we can believe in. Can’t wait to blog it.
I thought at first that this was a joke. But hey, he’s hardly any worse than the other potential candidates at this point.
Heh heh heh. Good job, Sis!
“Won’t you join my psychic presidential campaign? You won’t? That’s too bad.”
Whoa, hold on just one darn minute. There are two gay teletubbies?
Well, actually, I suppose that stands to reason…
Nyet, Mr. Summers. One gay teletubbie hugging a non-judgemental one.