Note To Thompson: Fire Your Makeup Artist. Now. 'Cause Damn!

Dear Fred,

What were you thinking?

That no one would notice how your makeup looks more like mahogany wood stain than any skin tone known to man?

That your piss poor tan-in-a-can face would hypnotize Republican voters into not noticing how you ummed, cleared your throat repeatedly, and shuffled your debate notes like an 8th grader?

That no one would notice that your spray-on "healthy look" would make people forget that you have cancer?

If there was fire in Mr Thompson’s belly, it was not on display during the debate in Dearborn, home of the Ford Motor Company.

Having not taken part in a debate for 13 years, he appeared rusty and weak on detail.

“The manufacturing industry is, in large part, an international industry nowadays, which means prices are set internationally,” he said at one point.

Your face tells the story, Fred.

Your debate face says: I'm not ready for prime time anymore.

And judging by your answer to that manufacturing industry question, you're also stuck on stupid.


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Judges 16:19-- And she made him (Samson) sleep upon her knees; and she called for a man, and she caused him to shave off the seven locks of his head.