That's the weather vane calling the kettle black...hen in Iowa, talk up Corn®. When in Florida, you can't talk up Space®?
What planet are you from, Øbomney?
Didn't you notice all those Launch Pads™ and Space Jobs® on its east coast when you were promising Floridians your own version of Teh Moon & Teh Stars?
You know who else hates Space Jobs®, Øbamitt Barømney?
That's right, your twin Barømney Øbamitt. Remember that the next time you see a manned space launch from Cape Canaveral... oh, wait. No, none of us can't anymore, thanks to him.
And guess who both love Øbomney"Care"?
If you said Siamese Wøn and Siamese Mittwø you each win a free ticket to Newt's moon colony.
So a politician can no longer dream big, can he?
Only visionless, two-faced, double-talking political hacks like yøur twin and yøurself would think feel that.
Labels: 2012: end of an err0r, a Republic if we can keep it, liberal hypocrites (BIRM), liberals are always extreme, Obama kills more jobs, stinking RINOplasty
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