I once lived in a city where a dandy candidate for some public office could not be bothered to keep his pants on, or much else, but this was long before the internet and sexting and people proud to call themselves teabaggers. It was a simpler time, a time where a man could cheat on his wife and it would literally take weeks before she found out about it. Now, you send a picture of your George Bush to some stranger and before TMZ has time to update the latest Amanda Bynes craziness, you and your wife are in couples counseling, except for those moments where you excuse yourself to use the restroom, take a picture of your Bill Clinton and send it to all your twatter followers.
I bring this up because my good friend, the Mayor of Crazytown, just this morning sent me a close up picture of either his thumb and forefinger, or his butt, I could not tell. I immediately send a scathing instant message back to the Mayor of Crazytown reminding him that being mayor usually means you can not send out pictures that do not make sense. Quickly after, I got a picture of the Mayor of Crazytowns middle finger, point made.
Which brings me back to the original point. We elect imperfect morons to lead our cities, our counties, our states and our federal government because the smart people, the people who accomplish things, the deep thinkers and the job creators, have better things to do with their lives that run campaigns, beg strangers for money and have sex in airport bathrooms. We leave that sort of tedious behavior to the moronic among us, be they republican, democrat or Rand Paul or his beautiful illegal wife, Marco Rubio.
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