Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Dr. T?

Apparently now the New York Times has decided that an affection for cruciferous vegetables is a presidential qualification. Please. Spare me.

We all know this stems back to the Bush41 admission that he did not like broccoli and would not eat it. We all know how this alienated the Broccoli farmers and the Cruciferous Veggie base. So now T'ray-za wants to make sure that they're all on board with her kept man husband and ready to vote his way for the sake of their florets, heads, and medleys.

I have one thing to say to Madame about this silliness: Quit trivializing this election. There are more important matters than whether or not he purees his soup, or if he is allowed a chocolate chip cookie binge once in a while. If you're going to talk about something homespun and personal about the two of you, why don't you start with a discussion of the servants slaves your dad kept in Mozambique to work in the estate for your privilege family? I'm sure that the American public would love to hear about that and how he justified it.

Now that would be a meaty campaign news item.