I’ve come to believe that Anita Perry is as repulsed by Rick Perry as I am.

Now, I’m not saying she doesn’t have every reason to be.  Best I can figure Rick Perry probably showers with his laser sited .380 Ruger just in case that creepy guy from Psycho shows up.  Or a doddle bug wanders in just asking for a fight.  I mean, cleaning Rick’s misfires off the walls has to be a burden.

And you know there’s mornings at the breakfast table where she wants to push his grapefruit right into his face and holler, “Quit moving your lips and pointing at the words when you read the newspaper, dammit.”  Bless her heart, the poor woman only has one nerve left and Rick’s obviously getting all over it.

So, in the passive-aggressive way that some Texas women have honed to an art form, she goes out and says stuff like him needing to improve his debating and that he’ll be “better prepared next time,”  making him seem like a first grader who failed a spelling test.  She might as well open her purse and show everybody that his winkie is in there.

She has to be passive-aggressive about this because her husband’s political backers gift wrap the paycheck for her $60,000 a year “job.”

But, with a sweet little smile on her face, I think she pretty much kneed him in the groin this time.

She gave a speech at the Conservative Club, and knowing she was being filmed, said this of her husband:

ANITA PERRY: He knows how to create jobs…We have 1,500 people moving to Texas every day to find a job. I’m not going to tell you they’re all high-paying jobs, but they’re a job, even if they’re a minimum wage job. And that’s what people are hungry for.

Honey, you cannot afford to eat on a minimum wage job.  Except maybe cake.

So here’s Anita Perry, living in a $10,000 taxpayer financed mansion, wearing a $1,500 suit, carrying a purse that costs more than leukemia treatment and enough Estee Lauder moisturizer  to tan a herd of cowhide, telling rich  people that the rest of us are hungry – starving even – for her husband’s minimum wage jobs.

Well done, Anita, well done.  Go on, Girl, show them again what’s in your purse.