When not embarrassing himself on national teevee by forgetting which of the big, bad, Socialist, gubmint programs he can’t wait to get rid of (edukayshun?) in the middle of a prime-time Republican debate, Slick Rick Perry is usually content to just get drunk and embarrass himself away from the bright glare of the spotlight, like, say at an obscure New Hampshire town hall meeting no one cares about anyway. Or maybe just skip the booze and embarrass himself doing what he does best (besides swigging from a secret flask and executing inmates): opening his big fat trap and saying something ridiculously stupid, it makes Herman Cain look like a total jenius in comparison. I’m talking Albert Feinstein level!
Like when Rick Perry attempts to lock up a presidential victory by reminding the good people of New Hampshire to vote for him, Rick “Jesus” Perry, on November 12, a solid week after the actual November 6 presidential election, when no one else will even be running anymore, unless of course they know a thing or two about flux capacitors in 1985 DeLoreans. Solid strategy, Slick!
Even better is when Rick Perry decides to move the legal voting age from 18 to 21, because, c’mon, what’s an election without getting smashed out of your mind first? Certainly not any election Rick Perry has any chance of winning.
“Those of you that will be 21 by November the 12th, I ask for your support and your vote. Those of you who won’t be, work hard.”
Hear that New Hampshire?
Rick Perry is imploring all of you to please work hard, getting as drunk as humanly possible Rick Perry, so that you mistakenly vote for him in the one election he actually has a chance to win: the fictional kind.
But it’s not as if Perry’s whole brain is drowning in a delicious sea of Jameson and Patrón. The dwindling patch of functioning neurons remaining in Rick Perry’s ethanol-soaked mind did manage to comprehend that some desperate, insane (shit-faced?) wingnuts may still want a few reasons to pick Rick, so he gave ’em something they can really sink their teeth (or at least what’s left of them) into: what to do with all those pesky brown people doing the gritty jobs and hard manual labor beneath the average white supremacist hillybilly Perry supporter.
“What we need is a president that has the courage, who has the will to implement and send the resources to that border to secure it.”
Oooh, like Herman Cain and his possibly-electrified border fence with the alligator-filled moat??
Speaking of illegal immigrants arrested for non-violent crimes, Perry said, “My policy will be to detain and deport every illegal alien who is apprehended in this country.”
In other words, he will round up everyone who has already been rounded up, and then do, umm, whatever it is that incompetent idiot Republican governors of Texas do with poor non-white minorities: kill them secretly employ them as maids, gardeners, or an extra set of hands to help herd the cattle and groom the horses on their sprawling ranch.
Either way, Herman Cain, Michelle Bachmann, and Newt Gingrich better watch out, because the race to the bottom is officially heating up.
And no Rick, we don’t mean the wooden barrel where you store your moonshine.
For God’s sake, Rick, didn’t anyone tell you you’re not required to get wasted every time you speak in public?
The mind may be a terrible thing to waste. But I guess, in Rick Perry’s case, an even more terrible waste would be if he actually had a mind.
[image via The Daily Beast]