Bring on the clowns

 

From my friend and former colleague, Matt Davies.

Right now I’m thinking Rick Santorum is the clowniest clown of all the candidates.

The other day he said people don’t die from a lack of health insurance; they die from bad choices.

Yeah, my son made some bad choices when he was 16 to 22 — most of us do. It’s called adolescence. But his death didn’t come from any of those choices. His death came from the fact that he couldn’t get insurance because a birth defect is a pre-existing condition. Without insurance he couldn’t get care and so he died.

There was one choice involved; one that I made when I was eight weeks pregnant and the doctor told me I should have an abortion because I had a virus that could cause birth defects. My choice was to have my son.

But Santorum thinks the emergency room is access to care. Perhaps his access to care should be limited to the ER and we’ll see if he doesn’t change his view the next time he needs care.

He also believes gay sex isn’t equal to heterosexual sex, although I couldn’t figure out his logic there except that he’s homophobic. That’s why he believes gay people shouldn’t be able to get married or to have children.

He also believes President Obama shouldn’t have told the world Osama bin Laden was dead for at least 24 hours because spilling the beans at the end of the successful mission shows he can’t keep a secret.

Huh?

Meanwhile, Rick Perry’s wife has admitted it was “very painful” to watch her husband forget the third government agency he intended to close during a debate a few weeks ago. He jokes about it in a recent ad, closing with, “I’m Rick Perry and ,uh, what was that line? I’m Rick Perry and I approved this ad.”

Perry also says he’ll end President Omaba’s “war on religion,” which I didn’t even know was being waged.

Michelle Bachmann was taken aback this week when an 8-year-old approached her and after a little coaxing, he said, “My mommy — Miss Bachmann, my mommy’s gay but she doesn’t need fixing.” Bachmann shot the mother an icy look as she and her son walked away.

Newt Gingrich, a serial philanderer (although he has married two of the women he’s had affairs with), talks about “morality” with a straight face.  He served divorce papers to his first wife while she was in the hospital getting treatment for uterine cancer; his second wife learned of his affair with his current wife and his desire for a divorce just after she was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I guess the take-away from this is that you should never get sick if you want to stay married to Newt Gingrich. A yearlong investigation by a Congressional ethics committee found him to be ethically challenged at best. He wasn’t charged with any crimes, I’ll give him that.

And Mitt Romney doesn’t even know how to be a regular guy, although he’d like us to believe he does by telling us he’s unemployed, too. That’s great, Mitt. I wish I had your millions to fall back on when my job went away. This week, Mitt had a “grass roots” event with valet parking.

And yesterday, that bloviating, pompous ass Donald Trump said he still might get into the race as an Independent.

Clown music just keeps playing on and on in my head.

 

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