Maybe it was ecstasy. That makes you drink a lot of water and act goofy.
Look, before Perry ever ran I read about him and said, “that’s the guy we need, I hope he runs”.
When he announced, I was ecstatic (without drugs).
Then I sat through the debates, then speeches, the bloopers, the dumb remarks.
I became very depressed for awhile, especially when Sarah failed to ride in and save the day.
Then I started warming up to Cain, but I was always wary of him, his lack of experience, his inability to keep a story on-narrative (not just the stupid bimbo allegations).
Now I’m more depressed than ever.
And I don’t drink or drug, so all I can do is sit and watch the sinking of our conservative ship. Which I am on.
Nearer My God To Thee.