Yeah, yeah, yeah - Mit Romney won the GOP caucus in Nevada. Big fuckin' deal. Everybody who has ever spent longer than 2 days in Vegas knows that the place is crawling with Mormons. Seriously - drive down Hualapai Way and you'll see gas station, bank, Mormon church, gas station, bank, Mormon church, gas station, bank, Mormon church...you get the picture.
There is one reason and one reason only why I'm never going to vote for a Mormon for President - Magic Underwear.
Oh. hell.yeah.I.went.there.
Look, Mormons make great city managers and prosecutors and town councilmen - they're very organized and can stretch a dollar until it hollers. They even make great CIA agents - just as Brent Scowcroft. But somebody who has a "testimony" of how their magic underwear saved them from grevious bodily harm is too screwy to be having access to an aresenal of atom bombs. And don't start comparing Romney to JFK (r.i.p.) - you and I both know that the Mormons were the Scientologists of the 19th century. And JFK's "iron rod" was an entirely different apparatus. Just ask Marilyn.
3 comments:
January 19, 2008 at 4:12 PM
At least the ones for guys appear to have a decent-sized meatpocket.
January 20, 2008 at 6:57 PM
This will be funny when Rock the Vote asks the famous "Briefs or Boxers" question. Romney will blush and be all hummuna hummuna and the next day it will be all the talk.
February 26, 2008 at 2:26 PM
But as Barry Goldwater once said, any time some Mormons started a town, they eventually brought in a Jew to run the bank. So much for the notion that Mormons know how to stretch a dollar.
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