The GOP Striptease
Last week the gang of shit-flingers who stand the best chance of taking part in the 2016 Presidential primaries for the Republican nomination sashayed their closeted gay selves to Las Vegas and presented their hindquarters to the appraising gaze of Sheldon Adelson.
Adelson, it must be recalled, was Newton Gingrich's Sugar Daddy, writing check after check that Newt eventually pissed down his leg. There were dark rumors that he'd whored out his trophy wife to Adelson in exchange for gas money for the campaign bus, but who listens to rumors?
And, as usual, the Rude Pundit has his teeth straight through the flesh and down on the bone. Much better than any effort I could provide at this point.
Me? Well, I consider politics a cross between street theater and blood sport, so I'm laying in extra stocks of booze and chips with salsa.
Adelson, it must be recalled, was Newton Gingrich's Sugar Daddy, writing check after check that Newt eventually pissed down his leg. There were dark rumors that he'd whored out his trophy wife to Adelson in exchange for gas money for the campaign bus, but who listens to rumors?
And, as usual, the Rude Pundit has his teeth straight through the flesh and down on the bone. Much better than any effort I could provide at this point.
Me? Well, I consider politics a cross between street theater and blood sport, so I'm laying in extra stocks of booze and chips with salsa.
posted by Walt at 1:26 PM
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