Whistle While You Lie
(Testing, testing, testing…moving over a post from the stoopid, annoying LJ.)
A couple of days ago, I was sitting here, futzing around on the computer. In the living room, the morning infortainment was on–because I hadn’t gotten around to turning it off. Matt “Mangy Scalp” Lauer was interviewing John McCain. I couldn’t hear most of what McCain was saying–mostly because my selective hearing turns off most of what Repugs say–but after a few seconds, something became blatantly obvious.
McCain sounds like an old man–his voice feeble, cracked and wavering. Actually, just a few steps away from (or out of) the grave is more accurate.
A second later, something else became apparent. He whistles when he talks! Every word he uttered was accented with a raspy little whistle as air moved over his teeth.
All the money being spent on his campaign and he can’t get a set of dentures that fit? Perhaps someone on his staff could spring for a tube of denture adhesive?
What’s with Republicans and their undead presidential candidates? At least the Democrats are able to field candidates who still have heartbeats, and are, presumably, warm-blooded critters. With the exception of the Mormon Ken Doll, the Republican field looks like a bunch of shambling extras from a zombie movie.
And it seems, they sound like zombies too. “Brainszzzzzz.” Whistle, whistle, whistle…
Cheers, P.K.
