Originally posted by meep-meep
I think the whole idea to "stupify" the republican party with phrases like Dubya is a political move by them (the Republican party) to reach out and identify with their main.....idio....err...moro... err.. imbeci.... err... hmm...constituents. No offense to Dubya supporters. I'm just a dumb minority who can't think kwik enuf an aint got no good vocabalary.
It's 1:18 am at the moment, and I think I already found the "post of the day" for me
Originally posted by PVS
well, when asked why people support 'dubya' a common response used to be "well...he just seems like a regular guy, so i trust him" (paraphrased of coarse, as i removed the "duuuuuuh"😉. so really it was quite an ingenius move, and probably the reason that the great american regime selected such a simpleton to be their spokesman.
face it...it worked
"The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at number 79. " - Douglas Adams
Substitute "New Yorker" with "Republican Voter" and it's quite clear what happened.
Originally posted by PVS
well, when asked why people support 'dubya' a common response used to be "well...he just seems like a regular guy, so i trust him" (paraphrased of coarse, as i removed the "duuuuuuh"😉. so really it was quite an ingenius move, and probably the reason that the great american regime selected such a simpleton to be their spokesman.
face it...it worked
Yeah I remember that reasoning. I couldn't really do much except shake my head and try to talk to people about his dubious history (family, idiocy etc, etc.) but they always shot right back with "the democrats ain't any better).
Their campaign definitely hit home for many americans though. I'll agree with that.
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