"Okay, Senator McCain, you've clinched the nomination. Congratulations. Now for the next step: Put on these gloves..."
You gotta really want the job.
(Plus, it would be totally worth it to see McCain, Hillary, and Obama dancing around while their hands were shot full of neurotoxin by hundreds of pissed-off jungle ants. I might give up bayonet lugs for Lent just to see that.)
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You mean now the candidates get to sting us with their venom as well as pick our pockets and interfere with our private bidness?
Wow. I actually loved when that one man said a live without suffering and hardship wouldn't be worth living.
You know nobody can look at that kid for the rest of his life and tell him he isn't a man. He knows exactly the date and time he became one.
It could be worse. It might just not be the hands that have to be stuck in the gloves. I'm just sayin'....
I think a pair of boxers full of ants would be better for all of the candidates.
I want to see the face of the president-elect when he/she steps up to the podium and instead of Chief justice Roberts standing there with a bible, there's Reverend Mother Mohiam standing there with a little dark box...
But do we really want anyone to be President, who wants to be?
I think we should appoint a new guy or girl each year or so, and they should be somebody who does it out of honor, not because they want it.
My own preference in electoral reform can be summed up in 8 words:
Live steel, free for all, last one standing.
Don't leave out Ralph Nader. He shouldn't mind. The venom is 100-percent natural. Too bad Mayor Bloomberg decided not to jump in.
"Too bad Mayor Bloomberg decided not to jump in."
Draft him.
The candidates should all be subjected to the ritual spice agony.
And it should be on Pay-Per-View.
I'll be catching it at the Wing Stop, thank you very much.
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