by Lord Anthony – guest author
I didn’t start this kind of talk on Reed Writes but am ever prepared to investigate.
I am on record that the history and everything said or done by or about about a US presidential contender must be examined. The conclusion of any election should have inky customers like us collapsed in a paradigm of post-coital exhaustion. We will have done our job.
As Woody Allen said, if sex isn’t dirty you’re not doing it right, entirely true of politics also.
Accordingly we must recognise Bill Clinton’s massive and historic injection of virility into the pantheon of US realpolitik. The world-shaping saga of his lust and his flunkette’s gums are and will remain like Shakespeare on LSD. Indiscretions of other world leaders are nowhere near the high-tide mark of Blowjob Bill Clinton.
Madame Tussaud’s in London had to finally sew up the fly on his effigy, people kept pulling its zipper down. History will remember him not as a world-leader Rhodes scholar but as the life-support system for a dick. Stick around, see if I’m wrong.
His other half now seeks the presidency. See below.
John McCain’s biology: he’s an old specimen. All the old-male characteristics, jaw-clenched bellicosity and under-reported horniness.
It’s ridiculous that any Democrat should have a problem putting him into overdue retirement.
Obama: the world is at a complete loss as to his bodily, spiritual and psychological functions. A private fellow about all that, with the exception of a good job done in quarantining his nutty former pastor. Let’s face it, many of us have clergymen somewhere in the family woodwork who at best have been conspiring by silence but that’s another story altogether.
Rumsfeld: all the clinical externals of never having had a blow-job. Or a bowel movement.
Bush Sr: one (barely) of the above.
Bush Jr: thinks he knows the difference. Makes him smirk like a schoolboy.
Hillary Clinton: No stranger to the art. As a director of Walmart she was paid to preside over the giant sucking of the US economy down the toilet towards China.
Presumably she liked how it sounded.
Like this: ching-ching.
As the blogmistress I just want to say – bet we get a lot of clicks on this one. LOL!!!
Very clever, and gave me a good laugh too!!
Reminds me of that old Bob Dylan song “Everybody serves somebody sometime”