I trust that it has crossed your
mind, but doesn't Beto O'Rourke look like the bastard son of John F. Kennedy? In truth, that might be the secret to his appeal. Especially since he has no
accomplishments to his credit and no real qualifications for seeking the office
of the presidency.
Come to think of it, Beto
O'Rourke looks a lot more like JFK's son than did JFK, Jr. But we don't
want to go there, do we?
Anyway, once upon a time a
teenage BOR wrote a poem. He dubbed himself Psychedelic Warlord, appellation
that seems more appropriate than President of the United States. Fortunately
for us all, the Daily Caller has provided us with the text of the poem:
I need a butt-shine,
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Right now
You are holy,
Oh, sacred Cow
I thirst for you,
Provide Milk.
Buff my balls,
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Love the Cow,
Good fortune for those that do.
Love me, breathe my feet,
The Cow has risen.
Wax my ass,
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
Scrub my balls.
The Cow has risen,
Provide Milk.
I am sure you are thinking that
it's unfair to judge a man by his juvenile absurdities. And yet, consider
this. At around the same age, a teenage George Washington was copying out the
rules of etiquette. Presidential is as presidential does.
We have, over the years, greatly (with leaps and bounds and rocket motors) enhanced our juvenile absurdities.
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