Well, Rick Perry can go fuck himself with a cactus rammed home by an illegal immigrant.
His shameful, pathetic “I accuse Mitt Romney in the Conservatory with a Mexican groundskeeper!” performance last night sealed the lid on his campaign coffin.
Really, let’s rename The Peter Principle to The Perry Principle.
What a giant Texas-sized asshole Perry proved himself to be. He’s all hat. Asshat.
As for the rest of them:
Herman Cain. If he wins the nomination he’ll be our next president. If he wins the nomination, the game has completely changed with0ut the Establishment, as usual, having a clue. President Cain is not an impossibility.
Michelle Bachmann. She’s made herself the Jenny McCarthy of Republican politics.
Rick Santorum. He’s been a punchline forever. Now he’s Rick Perry’s little bitch poodle Romney attack chihuahua.
Ron Paul. Did he even show up?
Newt Gingrich. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Did I miss anyone? Does it matter?
This doesn’t mean I won’t vote for anyone who isn’t Obama. But the Republican Crack Suicide Squad is firmly in charge.