It is clear to me that his prime passed a loooong time ago. He’s a senile old has-been now.
Seems Andy has fallen in with that rascally Ernest T. Aunt Bea told him to keep his nose clean and watch the company who he hangs out with. Guess Andy knows what he is doing?
His character of ‘Dusty Roads’ was more real than fiction.
I saw the ad and it was clear to me that someone took advantage of the fame and goodwill of an old man who had no clue of the political firestorm he’d been asked to step into.
A pox on those who made this ad.
I don’t hold it against Andy.
Shut up, Gomer.
today’s Democrat Party can even trash Andy Griffith’s poll numbers in North Carolina. Go figure!
Good Cracker! Goooooood Cracker!
Andy Taylor Griffith endorsed Barry Fife for president. Now that it’s clear the bumbler-in-chief is far above his pay grade the sheriff has to smooth things over.
Andy, do the the right thing and take Barry’s bullet away before he hurts someone.
Many Americans hate the vile disgusting Health Care Bill with a fiery passion. No one wants their “representatives” to say, “Screw you, I'm not listening to what you have to say.”
It's a real bad idea to associate yourself with this unpopular fecal bill. No wonder Dems that are running for the Nov election try not to mention it while campaigning.
“Health Care, Health Care...hmmmm...To the best of my recollection, I don't believe I've ever heard of such a thing.
Please, please don't look up my voting record!”
~Any Democrat picked at random running for election in NO-vember
There’s another Mayberry connection. Have you ever noticed that Eric Holder bears a striking resemblance to Howard Sprague?
Let me get this straight. We're going to be "gifted" with a health care plan we are forced to purchase and fined if we don't, written by a committee whose chairman says he doesn't understand it, passed by a Congress that hasn't read it but exempts themselves from it, to be signed by a president who smokes, with funding administered by a treasury chief who didn't pay his taxes, to be overseen by a surgeon general who is obese, and financed by a country that's broke;
What the hell could possibly go wrong?
I don't feel old. I don't feel anything until noon. Then it's time for my nap.
Bob Hope