And From The Ashes Of Destruction…
Please please please please please goddammit please.
If there’s a way that Carly Fiorina and Mitt Romney can get melded together in some tragic-yet-incredible explosion to form the World’s Worst Running Mate, I heartily support it. Perhaps in some event that also consumes the Crocs factory whole, leaving its owner the embittered archnemisis of the Miraculous Romorina.
For more on Fiorina, who seems to have taken the best of Bush’s attitude towards surveillance and put the spin on it that only the private sector can, read this.