Y’all, I am convinced that Republican men wake up every morning intent on entertaining me for the day. I want them to know that I appreciate it with all my heart.
Let us begin with this doozy from the Bevy of Bozos around Ted Cruz.
Yes, Nick, and since Obamacare there have been absolutely no attacks on the World Trade Center or, come to think of it, space aliens wanting to see your private parts. I will admit that I am not certain bout the last one because I truly have no idea what goes on in your head. Or your private parts, thank God.
And then last night I get word of an odd event from people asking, “what the hell?” Remember when I told you about David Hamilton who is running for the state house in my county? You know, the self-professed “Christian” who likes to hit women and even fessed-up to doing it?
Well, Mr. Hamilton is one confused lost soul. Or drunk. Could be drunk.
Yes, he’s talking about me.
Mr. Hamilton took to the powerful forces of his Facebook page to ask a provocative question about my fake name and my fake skin color.
His question was not only dumb, it was kinda prissy for a grown man. He’s too scared to use my name. Oh yeah, tough guy when it comes to shoving and hitting women in front of health clinics. Not so tough guy on Facebook.
Besides the fact that my full driver-license name is on this not-a-blog (eyes right), and besides the fact that I often post pictures of myself gallivanting around the state of Texas to speak, and besides the fact that I have written about Juanita in the local newspaper starting before Mr. Hamilton was even born, and beside the fact that if you Google a picture of someone named Juanita, you get every race, hair style, and fine looking females known to God above including my personal favorite, Juanita Banana which is a popular Filipino teevee show … Yeah, yeah, besides that, I’m a real sneaky manipulator who wants people to think that I am something other than a big haired Texas woman.
Thanks for snickers, guys.