The Democrat Party Of The 1980s Chose

Ideal Women: 36-24-36, Five Foot Seven, Flat Spot On Top Of The Head, Deaf Mute. The Flat Spot On The Top Of The Head Is For Your Drink.

If Anybody Ever Tries To Do An Investigative Report On A Journalist, Much Like The Kind And The Way A Journalist Would Do On A Public Figure, Have You Ever Seen A Stuck Pig? Because That's What The Journalist Looks Like.

America Is So Special, Everybody Wants To Go There. And There's Not A Thought Given To How It Got Special. It's Just Assumed It Was Made That Way, I Guess. It's Just Assumed That It's Just There. And It's Also Assumed That It's Always Going To Be There. Call It The Golden Goose Or Whatever You Want But Everybody Saying That We Have No Right To Keep Anybody Out Because Nobody Kept Us Out, We All Had To Get Here. Nobody Here Now Actually Started Here. Of Course, That's No Longer True.

The Absolutely Worst Thing That Could Happen To Anybody In Politics When They're Appearing In Public Is To Sweat.

Another Thing The Democrats Have Grown Accustomed To Is Their Candidate Is Untouchable.