Tired of the mewling irritation of national politics? I sure am!
Return with me to a simpler time. A time when politicians campaigned in top hats. A time when votes could be had for the price of a few cigars or the completion of a few chores for Olive Oyl. A time when a candidate battling over votes could slug his opponent on the jaw and punch him through the engine block of a tractor.
I wish a few of our modern presidential candidates, whether from the Spinach Party or the Blutocratic Party, would use their pipes to suck down and chew on a bit more spinach.
