Your tax dollars at derp.
This seems like an awfully stupid hill to die on...but, at least they're dying on it.
Or, more precisely, one of the bravest acts of journalism practiced by a non-journalist.
Just the fucking balls this took. There's more balls (or otherwise strong genitalia) between this person's legs than in all of collective Washington. And all the chummy D.C. reporters just sitting there, just getting curb-stomped by a velvet boot along with the dipshits they so willingly enable. Unbelievable. Bravo, Mr. Colbert. Can't wait for the next chapter.
Most republicans I know disclaim him and his son. They amazingly claim they're both RINOs or otherwise "led astray by the Washington liberals." Whatever. I wouldn't jizz in those socks either.
Do what I always do: Donate in their names to Planned Parenthood, the ACLU, the Southern Poverty Law Center, and local food banks and women's shelters. It's the gift that keeps on giving. Money goes to good people doing good work. And your loved ones get some fun mail for a whole year.
But Grandma, I thought you loved Barry Goldwater. Mr. Conservative was a big supporter of Planned Parenthood. Well, there's always next year.
Someone whose political career culminates in gutting public unions for no good damn reason. Imagine the low-level skeletons left in the wake of this rentboy for billionaires.
Whatever. He wouldn't even have it to "cure" if not for Reagan. You're welcome, Mr. Obummer.
She needs to stay busy minding her undocumented offspring.
Does your priest know you talk like that?