The Latest in Obamascare

by Doktor Barkey
by Doktor Barkey
This is funnier than the tea-bagging in April.
Tonya went to bed last night with a tumbler of cold tequila and a head full of comfy knowledge. She knew that the Lord Jesus would answer her prayer to never let no colored Muslim communist terrorist be no durn president. She was certain she would wake up to find that sassy Sarah Palin and her running mate, a wonderfully mavericky war hero, had been elected instead. In her Christian heart, Tonya was confident that Americans were every bit as racist as Republicans hoped they’d turn out to be, as the much discussed, posted about and wished for “Bradley Effect†would work its reactionary magic at the polls.
“Saxby, I’ll only agree to campaign with yah, if we can do it on a turkey farm.”
I guess he wanted her help in sealing the deal, the losing deal.