That photo of Rmoney in shorts out buying Cheerios just proved one of my points: Great wealth is wasted on the very wealthy. Shouldn’t he be breakfasting on ortolan eggs Benedict?
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White House beer, no pretzels
Given that “We Lie” is apparently going to be the Rmoney campaign’s slogan, it’s probably not surprising that the usual bogus bake-off between the womenfolk has been ratcheted up a notch. Mrs. Cleaver actually staged a photo op in her kitchen as she whipped up a batch of Welsh cakes (not sure where she hid the help). And then she was brazen enough to hand them out to the gullible stenographers on the plane. I didn’t know you could buy Christmas cookie tins at Costco in August.
“Kids can spread and dip themselves”
One more and I’ll get to the meat, but I have to steal from the best political blogger working this election. Why ever would it be that the presidential candidate has a real “up from hardship” tale to tell about his dad that ends with power, riches and fame, while a token supporter has to admit his immigrant dad “lived and died as a banquet bartender”? Even though he undoubtedly made a mean mojito?