Ick.
I’m
Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So here, I’m watching
the debate the other night and I’ll tell you, listening to ArmagedDon Trump
talk about nuclear stuff would be like me explaining the rules of cricket. Both could be summarized in three words: Not a focking clue. OK, four, what the
fock.
And
I was reminded that, hey, I’m still a candidate for office and I should’ve also
been planted on that presidential podium ’cause I can make up bullshit just as
easily as the Hair Ball can, I kid you not.
Now,
early voting has started and if you’re still, unbelievably, undecided as to
where to stick your vote, you’ve come to the right place, you betcha. For those
of you’s who can’t figure out exactly what candidate Art Kumbalek would do for
the people, let me be the docent to explain and cipher the big-ass picture
we’re gazing at here in the political arena, if I may, and I will.
My dream is that when it comes to your political needs, I would be your one-stop shopping—call me the Art-Mart for the Great Unwashed Public. I could be your county sheriff, mayor, alderman, judge, senator, ambassador, coroner, crossing guard, president; and all under one hat, orange that it be. How convenient would that be for you’s?
No matter what kind of bug-up-your-butt you got, be it local, state, asshole neighbor, nation-wide, wife/girlfriend or worldwide, you just come to Art-Mart and I would sure-as-shootin’ take care of it. With me in all the hallowed halls of offices, you would no longer have to dick around with the County Courthouse, City Hall, town-hall meeting, Madison, D.C., the Hague and who-knows-where. Fock no. Just come to me. Come to Art-Mart where you’ll find value for all your political needs, I kid you not. All you got to do is get off your ass and vote.
How
’bout that. Still undecided? OK, let’s talk about an issue, say, the highway
robbery on prescription drugs. Get a load of this:
The Kumbalek Fix: Need a prescription? Write it yourself and then tear it up ’cause you won’t need it, no sir. We’re going to have way-affordable over-the-counter drugs available 24/7 at every supermarket and 7-Eleven from coast to coast for whatever ails you. I especially insist on pills and capsulets to help the focksticks who can’t keep their yaps shut during the motion picture at the movie theater as well as pills to prevent those knobs from waiting until every single focking item in their grocery cart crosses the scanner and be bagged by the plastic-paper consultant before they start fumbling for their checkbook and wad of coupons. And the pot what-they-call-the-marijuana? You bet. You’ll find it in the seasoning section $9.95-an-ounce over by the baking accoutrements. Hey, it’s green, and it comes from the earth just like your tomatoes, cauliflower and daffodils, so how can that be bad for you? You tell me.
And then I’ll tell you that I learned that Don Donald does believe he’s quite the businessman, but just so you’s know, I believe that the ability to run a business does not automatically translate into the ability to govern. For either endeavor, I prefer a guy or gal who’s been there, done that. If I’m putting a band together and I need a clarinet player, I’ll look for a clarinet player and not some blowhard conductor who says he can play clarinet even though he doesn’t know a #2 ½ Rico Royal from his ass from a hole in the ground.
And please don’t forget those Republicans for office, those folks always shooting their mouths off about “limited government and spending,” somehow the last time in power, and the time before that, they managed to grow the bureaucracy to the magnitude of good-golly, and jacked-ass up the spending at a rate no calculator could calculate.
Tax cuts for the rich, so they can reduce the size of government’s helping hand. Yes sir, whittle the helping hand down to a finger—the middle one, which they’ll gladly raise to anyone who could use a little help, now and then, here and there, what a world, don’t forget, what the fock,
Come to think of it, forget about Art-Mart, because I do believe that the Trumpeter does fashion himself to be quite the job creator, and the job he’s created for you and me is to go to the polls on Nov. 6 and vote Democrat top to bottom, what the fock, ’cause I’m Art Kumbalek and I told you so.
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