Thereafter, Mr Trump’s appeal is described in glowing terms that might not necessarily chime with the feelings of the many supporters who have attended his campaign rallies.
“My loins trembled as the scent of toupee adhesive and spray tan swept through my nasal cavity,” the smitten narrator recounts. “It was him. It was Donald! He stood there in front of me, like a tall stallion. With his oily orange skin glistening in the sunlight as if he were a soggy cheeto [sic], his hair unkept and messy, like a gorgeous rat’s nest. He was beautiful.”
Although whoever could keep their gorge down long enough to write about Hillary in such terms will probably deserve their royalties.
Anyone who wrote about Hilary that way would be fired for sexism. Denounced from every pundit’s chair across the land.
Oddly enough Trump does better among Republican women than Republican men.
My heart beat faster at the thought of her broad cottage cheese thighs?
Nope, don’t see it. Hilary is proof that while beauty is skin deep, ugly goes all the way to the bone.
In other more cheerful news, the Guardian continues to circle the drain:
http://www.breitbart.com/big-journalism/2016/01/26/britains-guardian-newspaper-aims-to-cut-costs-could-paywall-some-content/
I long ago cut down my Guardian to just the Saturday paper for the TV guide and crossword. I have two weeks sitting on my desk unread. I’m on the point of cancelling completely, but then that would mean my newsagent losing another customer.
Jgh, replace your Guardian order at the newsagent with one for Razzle. You know it makes sense.
CC
Are you suggesting that both Razzle and The Guardian are for wankers? Where I live, anyone buying both would be well advised to put The Guardian inside the copy of Razzle – the former would soon see you excluded from the local cocktail party circuit.