Google Santorum and watch the magic…

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The big story last night after the Iowa Caucus was Rick Santorum… yet another one of the GOP candidates to steal some of the spotlight before they just go ahead and decide that the Republican  candidate is going to be Mitt Romney.

Mr. Santorum joins previous would be candidates Sarah Palin, Newt Gingrich, Herman Cain and Rick Perry in that weird list of “I was gonna be a winner. I swear I was loved for a minute by the crazies.”

Here’s the most interesting thing you should know about Rick Santorum during his two minutes of fame: if you Google “Santorum definition” you’ll come up with:

“The frothy mix of lube and fecal matter that is sometimes the byproduct of anal sex.”

I shit you not. Go ahead, try it.

If you want to know why this is, read this wikipedia entry: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Campaign_for_%22santorum%22_neologism

Gotta love it.

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Herman Cain’s Farewell, from Andy Borowitz

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As you probably know by now, Herman Cain is out of the race for GOP Presidential Candidate. A couple of minutes ago, Andy Borowitz published the following spoof farewell letter from Herman Cain to the US. Needless to say, I find it intelligent, witty and extremely funny so I decided to share it with you, dear readers and blog visitors. For more of Andy Borowitz’ great stuff, visit http://www.borowitzreport.com

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A Farewell from Herman Cain

My Final Thoughts

Dear Friend,

And when I say “friend,” I mean it in the normal way, not “someone I’ve been sleeping with for 13 years.”  Unless, of course, I have been sleeping with you for 13 years.  In that case, I do mean it that way.

It is with a heavy heart that I have decided to end my inspirational quest for the White House.  After much reassessing and reconsidering, I have decided to spend more time being screamed at by my wife.  And by “more time,” I mean 24 hours a day, stopping only for bathroom breaks.

But before I go, let me share with you my final thoughts on my campaign.  After months of crisscrossing this great land of ours and participating in over three hundred televised debates, I am being disqualified because of an extramarital affair.  And that raises the following question: are you fucking kidding me?

I mean, let’s get real.  I never heard of Libya.  I didn’t know whether that CNN dude’s name was Wolf or Blitz.  And my only training for running the #1 nation in the world was running its #8 pizza chain.  Yet none of that, I repeat, none of that disqualified me.  In fact, I was the front-fucking-runner, as long as I kept my 9-9-9 in my pants.  (I have no idea what I meant by that — I just like saying 9-9-9.)

But here’s the part that really kills me.  You’re kicking me to the curb because I was messing around, and instead you’re going with… Newt Gingrich?  I repeat: are you fucking kidding me?  Oh, I know what you’re saying: you love Newt because he’s an “intellectual.”  Well, Newt Gingrich is the intellectual of the Republican field the way Moe was the intellectual of the Stooges.

And that leads me to my final point: you disgust me, America.  Right now if I had my way, I’d up and move to another country.  I really, truly would.  Only I don’t know where any of them are, and my wife won’t let me leave the house.

Goodbye forever,

Herman