Bloomie and Hillary? Yes, Drudge let the cat out of the bag, poor Pierre (Mitt), denied a run at the vice presidency. Maybe the sodomite, Pete, will pick him up? The only thing fun about that combination will be the dead pool on how long Mini-Mike will last before his fatal heart attack, or his unexplained suicide (no weapon found at the scene where he was shot in the head). You laugh, but it will make blogging a whole lot more interesting.
I’m expecting Elizabeth Warren to offer something unusual to Nevada in exchange for votes – possibly a rain dance or things along that line. She’s offered everything for free already and not that many suckers are biting.
Amy Klobuchar reminds me of one of those nasty, vindictive great aunts, when I was a teenager. They are nice to your face at the family function and insist on kissing you and leaving lipstick on your cheek, but bad-mouth you to your back. “Who is that little strumpet he brought to dinner? You need to test him for a social disease!”
The Donkeys don’t have much balance and none of them even claim to want to make America great. They just promise to raise taxes, do away with 32 oz soft drinks and kill all of the cows (Green New Deal), replacing butter with margarin. I can hear Amy’s scolding voice now to the twelve year olds at a family gathering, “Eat your soy burger, you ungrateful little curs!”