Breath our scents, walk our landscape, hear our melodic dialects, delight in our savory morsels, touch each rich texture, and the southern essence remains a mystery. The ethereal south, unfathomable to the five senses, lives in the heart. If you believe in magic, and can survive the devastating passions of an open heart, just possibly, you stand a chance of living a moment as a southerner. Most people aren't brave enough to be southerners, even the ones that are.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Another One Bites The Crust


Mitt Romney discusses the width of Hillary Clinton's hip spread before announcing that he is quitting the campaign for President and opening a doughnut shop catering to the large bottomed female market share. His supersized doughnuts will be called "Opra Oh's".

This is, of course, all political parody, because the truth is just too strange and distasteful. Besides, I have to say its parody for obvious legal reasons.

If I were an enemy of this country, I would be laughing my arse off. But, I'm not the enemy, and I'm not laughing. Its all enough to make you cry. Where's Bozo the Clown when you really need him?

Remember you heard it here first, beneath the Carolina moon.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Romney might have done better if he had taken the gel out of his hair.

Beneath the Carolina Moon said...

Why would a successful entrepreneur stoop to run for public office? In the case of the Clintons, it's a step up. My opinion of politicians remains the same, articulate trailer trash.

BTW...Uncle Bob writes the most intelligent articles on the webinet.

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