No sympathy for the horny.
Frankly, I am breching (vomiting in Yiddish). First of all, I am so over thinking about the sexual escapades of our politicians. It is just nauseating. Like I want to see Anthony Weiner‘s bare chest plastered across my 24″ monitor first thing in the morning? I almost puked…and I’m gay. I have never been a fan of tiny nipples and am still not. Especially when the nipples belong to the person who is supposed to be setting an example in our society. Remember when Obama was caught on camera in that bathing suit? He has tiny nipples, too. We would have never seen the likes of Nixon‘s or Eisenhower‘s nipples. Some things just need to be and stay tucked away. Trust me, I am not a prude. But when I think of politicians, I would like to think of them toiling in a capital building fighting for my rights. Or anyone’s right. And not the right to flaunt their nipples to and fro like some floozy. If I see one more press conference with some politician boo-hooing because he could not keep his dick in his pants, it will be too soon.
And what’s with these Jewish boys becoming bad bays? Between Anthony Weiner and Eliot Spitzer, these two have set back the goodie two shoes reputation of the Jewish boy by centuries. Now every Jewish mamma’s boy is going to act out seeing how these guys get away with inappropriate behavior. Heck, I even want to buy a hooker, if you must know. I want my own television show after all. And please do not even utter the words Arnold or Schwarzenegger because he has already been crowned Gross Baboon Of The Year. What Anthony did is not categorized as Gross Baboon. Just gross and sadly misguided. And he can resign as far as I am concerned. Any way you slice it, I will always think of his grey gatkes (undies in Yiddish) whenever I see him. Can you imagine what Hillary Clinton must be saying to console her close aid and confidant, Huma Weiner?
INT. – HILLARY CLINTON’S LIVING ROOM – NIGHT
HILLARY: Dear, dear, Huma. I know exactly how you feel.
HUMA: What am I supposed to do now?
HILLARY: Good question. As you know I stood by Bill when that schmuck couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. But that may not be what’s best for you.
HUMA: I do not know what is best for me yet. I was thinking about castrating that mealy-mouthed douche bag.
HILLARY: There is nothing worse than having your dirty laundry aired for all to see.
HUMA: Especially the underwear.
HILLARY: You’re a smart woman and you will do the right thing. And castrating is definitely a great first step. Works like a charm.
Bill Clinton enters room, sees the two women talking by the fireplace and makes an quick B-line out of the room.
HILLARY: See what I mean?
