And you thought I was mean?

Does a chicken have lips?  Can a rattlesnake whistle Texas Fight?  I am not near mean.

Charles M. Blow in the New York Times today explains why in tarnation that the Republicans, with the economy in the crapper, the worst voting infringements since poll tax, and more corporate money than Swiss banks, still can’t beat Obama.

When my three boys were little, we sang the Three Little Monkeys song —

Three little monkeys jumpin’ on the bed.
One fell off and broke his head.
Momma called the doctor and the doctor said,
“That’s what you get for jumpin’ on the bed.”

And, according to Mr. Blow, the GOPs little monkeys keep falling off the bed.  He goes after them one at a time.  But, what he does to Rick Perry, who he calls Thick Rick, is illegal in five states and parts of Ohio.

Then there’s Perry, who during the last debate was pushed back on his spurs. All of America had a chance to see what many have known from the beginning: that dog isn’t smart enough to hunt. Ever since then he’s been sinking in the polls. Adding to his troubles, The Washington Post revealed on Sunday that the Perry family leased a hunting camp with a most un-P.C. name, which sounds like a cover band for a Klan rally.

I bow to sublime meanness. But that’s what Thick Rick gets for jumpin’ on the bed.

Thanks to Steve for the heads-up.