I'd have to gain about 100 lbs. of fat blob, get beaten with an ugly stick, and get a frontal lobotomy before I could realistically pose as Bob Beckel.
It just might be easier for me to go as a steaming pile of dog crap.
26 posted on 10/23/2014 4:19:26 PM PDT by Flycatcher
(God speaks to us, through the supernal lightness of birds, in a special type of poetry.)