The republican war room strikes; Mitt Romney, the sleek, slippery, beady-eyed pit bull makes a quote similiar to the Orwell quote in my last post, but he attributes it to himself. Theft is nothing new for this man; he has spent his entire life thinking of ways to take jobs from the working man so he could make more money.
John McCain, the Gargoyle, has designated Romney to slay the opponent with his slippery tongue. McCain lurches from stage to stage, forgetting where he came from. No Straight-Talk Express anymore; McCain wants the prize; he wants to clutch it in his webbed fingers, hold it high while he rapes what is left of the U.S.A.
I have to go now. I think the republican SWAT team is closing in.
Mitt Romney has fangs.