I Think It’s 1-800-DUMBASS

No, seriously:

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  1. Please show respect. This is the person that is one heartbeat away from being YOUR president! I do admit, I had a thought that I might feel more confident if Putin was our No. 1. It’s just the difference between a whimpy marxist and a mans’ man marxist.

  2. We coulda had the Governor of our Largest State with an 80+% approval rating, and a Gracious Hottie to boot, as Veep but instead we get ThatOne and ThisGuy. Or maybe to save keystrokes we could just refer to them as Dumb and Dumber™

    Dumbasses indeed (or at least 52% of voters are).

  3. #7. Freeman. I am not familiar with an actual publication known as man’s man. I used what I thought would be a stereotype to distinguish the extremes of these two marxists. Apparently I compared a sissy man and a man’s man believing there was a difference when they may be one and the same. My Apologies. I meant kick ass man or some such.

    Keep in mind that in my limited universe I only subscribe to American Rifleman and local newstands carry titles like “guns and ammo” or “handloader”. In Idaho a man’s man is still someone who would pop a sissyman’s head like a pimple (or should). Since times are a changin I will be more careful.

  4. Mr. Idaho Spud: You reminded me of a very funny memory from youth. My father was 325lbs and no one to be messed with when I was young. When I was 16 and not small myself he suspected me of breathing the Columbian airs. He literally picked me up by the hair with one arm. ( I had alot of hair at the time as I was in the midst of my Jim Morrison look ). That is not the funny part. The funny part is being I was my father son I had a boatload of testosterone that would result in marble sized zits on my back. Occassionally for amusement he would take his oversized thumbs and pick one of this painful killer pimples on my back. It would basically feel like a pair of industrial sized vice grips biting onto my back. Yes this is what passed for humor in my family. I did not laugh then but I do now in nostalgic memory of a better time in the late 70’s when our culture was not so nearly uptight and not yet gaming each other like dumbass penquins that constantly steal each others nest rocks.

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