bad enough. but with a scan down, like a fat floridian cicada, a big ol' dollop o' stupid thudded against the windscreen here, causing a minor skidding. the newt, of course, who seems to be in full drum up business mode; the business of being newt gingrich.
surely, as anyone attempting to signal a phony run for president ('cause even newt knows almost no one would or will ever vote for newt) would need to do, contrition and penitence would be offered for publicly exposed dipshit behaviour, like family values dipshit sticking some chick while the wife languishes in terminal condition.
even newt finally realized this ghastly behaviour must be confronted by courtliness. and so, in a curious repentance that seemed to blame his brutalizing adultery on fervent patriotism, newt said,
"There's no question at times of my life, partially driven by how passionately I felt about this country, that I worked far too hard and things happened in my life that were not appropriate"now, i don't know about you, but that just looks like phrases handed to him by some pr flack and tossed randomly together, vigorously mixed with a luscious newt-pepper dressing. naturally soothing to dipshits, it makes no sense at all. i had to stick another chick who is not my stricken wife because i was super busy and love america.
maybe that makes sense to newt. he is a dipshit after all. he may actually believe the shit he says, sense or no. or maybe he is so gawdamned horny for america he stumbles around all day with a raging hard on and occasionally pokes things with it.