Karl? I'd like to introduce me. I'm Mitt.
Hello, Mitt.
Hello, Karl.
Well?
Is my charisma worth anything to you, Karl?
You don't have any charisma, Mitt.
I take credit for that. Can I have a SuperPAC of 300 gadzillion dollars to play with, Karl?
Sure. Let's strategize in Vegas about that very thing, Mitt.
Wouldn't that be breaking the last of the frayed rules?
What?
Okay, Let's do it, Karl!
And wear a leather jacket, Mitt!
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"Fortnight" is a British word, a word used only on the written page in the US, a passe word, dated and practically obsolete, so it appeals to the bishops.
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Everybody with white hair and glasses,
it is time for your group therapy!
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If a presidential candidate is understood to be basically dishonest,
without a moral compass or backbone, and empty of compassion
for his fellow man, shouldn't he steal some better traits?
About Me
- Karen
- I started out as a baby. "I took it easy for a few years." At the age of 2 1/2 I became a lifelong pro bono facilitator. I gave up any painting aspirations in kindergarten. When twice that age, it was discovered that without glasses, my eyes aren't worth much. But, as the last person in my class to win a box of 5 fat crayons for coloring inside the lines, I gave up painting, and went into the world of reading, writing and humorous asides to supplement the pro bono work.The next project is learning how to cut and paste. It'll probably take years if I teach myself because one of us is not listening.
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