Okay, so most of you have already heard that Georgia Republican Paul Broun was seriously asked, “Who is going to kill Obama?” at a townhall meeting.
“Okay, it’s Georgia, where sitting around and drinking beer while watching the mosquito zapper on a Saturday night is counted as a cultural event,” Juanita says. “It does not shock me that someone in a dirty stars and bars tee-shirt with the sleeves cut out was drunk enough to ask that question.”
“However, Rep. Broun’s answer does indeed shock me.”
“The thing is, I know there’s a lot of frustration with this president. We’re going to have an election next year. Hopefully, we’ll elect somebody that’s going to be a conservative, limited-government president that will take a smaller, who will sign a bill to repeal and replace Obamacare.”
“Okay, so where’s the part where he says, ‘Are you freekin’ nuts? This is America, where killing people is not a wise political decision. Shuddup and take a shower, you damn fool.’ I wanna know where that part is,” Juanita demands.
“Where’s the part where Broun says, ‘Officer, this man is threatening the President of the Danged United States of America and Commander in Chief. Come throw his hefty rump in the dumpster.’ Did they just not transcribe that part?”
“I’d even settle for the part where Broun says, ‘Is there a mental health professional in the house? We have a mental health emergency.'”
So, instead, I will say this,” Juanita prepares herself to speak to Representative Paul Broun, “If you sit on a cactus patch, Mr. Broun, you can count on having to pull stickers out of your butt. You, my friend, better start pickin’ before I help with hissy fit the size of Atlanta. Tell everybody what you should have said, and then apologize to the President of the United States, you sorry festering worthless son of a redneck lunatic.”
I think she means it about the hissy fit part.