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Not worth a bucket of warm beer?

It was inevitable.  Paul Ryan--Mitt Romney's choice as a running mate--"is the kind of guy you would like to have a beer with".  

 By Neddy Dingo, I am Vice Presidential material!  I am the kind of guy who would like to have a beer, and I am, for that matter.  Well, for pity's sake, it is 107 degrees outside!   

 Paul Ryan has proposed to cut Social Security, to get rid of "Obamacare"; that is to say, our medical insurance, to raise most people's taxes, but to cut taxes on the people who are making the most money, and so forth.  Is that not the kind of guy you enjoy having a beer with?  

 Even Uncle Mitt seems ambiguous about Paul Ryan's budget proposals.  Before he selected Ryan to be his Vice Presential running mate, he praised Ryan's budget and said he was ready to sign it into law.  Now, he says he wants to put his own budget proposal together, and that he is going to do that as soon as he can figure out how to make one that won't require him to pay taxes.  He is a job provider, you know, especially in the Cayman Islands, and Switzerland, and La Jolla, California.  

 Paul Ryan is not a job provider, unless it is a military job.  He thinks it is a good idea to maintain a military budget as big as all the rest of the world, combined.  Well, think how much another pointless war might cost!  We can probably trim the school budgets a little more.  What do you think?  Shave a little off Romneycare.  

 John Nance Garner said the Vice-presidency was not worth a bucket of warm piss.  He should have known.  He was a Vice President.  Probably not the kind of guy you would like to have a warm beer with.  

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