While rumors of the death of Beezy's presidential campaign have been greatly exaggerated, JBITO has never flinched in the face of world-historical truth: Shit looks grim for Jump-Off. Peep.
There are three words any member of the American political landscape fears to hear; sadly, in this instance, we must commence to speaking the raspy shit. Those three words are: tied with Kucinich. Though Beezy has infinity more popularity than the actually apeshit Gravel (who inexplicably pronounces his name to rhyme with "caravelle," not like the tiny rocks. Step your phoneme game up, god), he is getting shit-beat by all the marquee contenders. And the fact that the DNC's own Trick Daddy got out-thugged by motherfucking Bill Richardson at this Saturday's wildly anticlimactic DNC winter meeting does not bode well for the future. Beezy: you are appearing at shit Chris Dodd won't show up for, and you got sonned by a goddamn southwest governor whose theme song is "Lean on Me."
I command you to start getting money, dun. Those black flags on the sunset? They're tied to the roof of John Edwards' fly-ass campaign whip.
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