I don’t feel sorry for them anymore. You reap what you sow.
I think I’m going to write Christie a letter telling him that “I was going to donate to your people but after that butt kissing you did on obana and the hugging of Springsteen while bawling, I decided I don’t care if they starve to death. Of course, you won’t have to worry about starving to death, you fat ......”
“And by the way, as we say in Texas, where there are real men, you’re all hat and non cattle.”