Meanwhile, Over In The Party Of The Grown-Ups...

A politician looking for votes?

Here are my questions about Romney's trip to KFC: Did he get Original or Extra Crispy? Sweet tea or that vile shit Yankees try to pass off as iced tea unsweet tea?

 

I like fried pickles covered in Tabasco with ranch dressing on the side, I was born in Alabama and I have most of the recordings made by Waylon Jennings. Based on this, I should be Emperor of the United States. My political platform means nothing. I tried tofu once when I was in college, but I spit it out.

 

From the photo it looks crispy with a side of beans and mashed taters. And Inky, Mormons don't drink tea, so I'd guess he didn't order the tea, best guess, water or maybe Sierra Mist.

 

You'll not have my vote, rube.

 

And that's why the Latter Day Saints struggle to convert people in the South.

 

My People's Army of the Shamelessly Uncouth doesn't need the degenerate, doddering bicoastal elite. The days of Gore Vidal and John Kenneth Galbraith have long since passed. Remember the Falangist cry: "Death to intelligence!" We'll lock you big-city intellectuals in a dungeon with neither a glass of sherry nor a Dick Cavett re-run in sight.

 

Crass warfare?

 

Sounds like a bigoted statement to me....against rural people.

 

Hey hey hey, watch it!

And Fenian--try okra tempura. Better than regular fried, especially with the tempura sauce and grated daikon.

 

You will be forced to watch every Hank Jr. Monday Night Football intro sequence ever broadcast over and over and over until your classically-educated brains turn to froth and leak out your ears. We will feed the corpses to our dogs and celebrate your demise with a repast of possum and Jim Beam.

 

I love fried okra and I make excellent hoppin' john.

 

Possum's way too fatty. I'll be listening to John Fogarty, eating fried squirrel and drinking George Dickel.

My cat only eats bacon, so he won't be repasting on Stalinists any time soon. My old dog Wolf died of an overdose.