Geezuz H. Kriminey, this place is colder than a one-armed well digger’s titty this time of year, and it can only get worse. After all, winter just started here in the frosty flatlands the indians called Iowa. My daily routine is so routine that a blind man without health care could do it.
Do what? Wander around through snow and slippery sidewalks glad handing people with wet noses and silver sleeves just so people up here could get to know the real Hillary. As if.
Where is the Christmas spirit this year? It’s not in Iowa or New Hampshire, that’s for sure. You’d think that politicians were nothing more than human pit bulls, what with all the biting at one another day in and day out.
I call for a Christmas truce.
From now through January 1st, no mud slinging allowed by any candidate for president, Republican or Democrat. After that, anything goes, of course, but not during the time between Christmas and New Year’s Day.
Who cares if John Edwards wears his wife’s underwear? Who cares if Barack Hussein Obama was fathered by a Muslim? What difference does it make if Rudy Giuliani is deathly ill with cancer? Does anyone need to know that Mitt Romney’s Alzheimer’s causes memory lapses and hallucinations?
Voters need a truce, a holiday respite, a time out from the petty bickering and oneupsmanship from politics. Let me be the first to say, “Hillary supports a political Christmas truce.” Oh, and John McCain was brainwashed by the Vietnamese when he was a P.O.W.”
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