p.s. this ad brought to you by the same guy responsible for Christine O'Donnell's "I'm not a witch" ad

"What does it take to move things right".
Exactly then shows biker hesitate, then choose to go left at a fork.

What's the takeaway message here? "The Chinese know best and I have a dirt-bike?"

This thing reads like the fever dream of a psychopath.

10,000 eyes screaming their
Vitality into the stinking
Comfort of the one thing everyone
Knows but won't tell you, that
Home is not safe it
Builds fear and stores
Global demons who
Forever try to make the
Governor primp his
Conservative lasers that slice truth into a
Smaller Better Government of
Tough, dragon toothed
Right angles, a perpendicular
Experience to the calculus of
Good striking a thorn into the
Calm pigs who wallow in bloody screams of,
"How fortunate we truly are"
10,000 eyes screaming, stealing the
Strength Here and feeding it into an
America from 10,000 miles in space
Jon Huntsman compels me to murder.

HE'S BEEN MARRIED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME.

HE MADE BOLD CUTS. BOLD, DELICIOUS CUTS THAT GO GREAT ON A STEAK.

HE DID SOME HEALTH CARE ONE TIME. IT KIND OF WORKED BECAUSE FREE MARKETS.

HE'S BEEN KNOWN TO FLIP, BUT HE'LL NEVER FLOP. HE'LL KILL YOUR MOTHER IF YOU EVEN SUGGEST HE FLOPS.

HE WON THE BIG DIRTBIKE RACE AND SAVED THE YOUTH CENTER.

HE SPEAKS MANDARIN CHINESE AND COCAINE.

FREE WORD ASSOCIATION:

DECENT.

CALM.

FIRM.

THROBBING.

DIRTY

TASTY.

BULBASAUR.

THIS GUY'S DIFFERENT.


JON HUNTSMAN FOR PRESIDENT OF CHINA.

“A taste for dirt.”

"Dropped out of high school to travel with his band, Wizard."

“Not in it for the balloons.”

Jon Hunstman, 2012.

What does it say about the rest of the Republican primary field that he found it necessary to mention that he was "calm" twice?

"and ho-kay, whatever that is." Seriously, wtf is it and why does he appear to disparage something he does?

So this dude is the new Viceroy the Chinese are installing to run their colony?

Frank settled down in the Valley,
and he hung his wild years on a
nail that he drove through his
wife's forehead.

He sold used office furniture out
there on San Fernando Road and
assumed a ,000 loan at
15 1/4 % and put a down payment
on a little two bedroom place.

His wife was a spent piece of used jet trash
Made good bloody-marys, kept her mouth
shut most of the time, had a little Chihuahua
named Carlos that had some kind of skin
disease and was totally blind.

They had a thoroughly modern kitchen;
self-cleaning oven (the whole bit)
Frank drove a little sedan.
They were so happy.

One night Frank was on his way home
from work, stopped at the liquor store,
picked up a couple of Mickey's Big Mouth’s.
Drank 'em in the car on his way to the
Shell station; he got a gallon of gas in a can.

Drove home, doused everything in
the house, torched it.
Parked across the street laughing,
watching it burn, all Halloween
orange and chimney red.

Frank put on a top forty station,
got on the Hollywood Freeway
headed North.

Never could stand that dog.