Every time I’m on Facebook and I’m reading the discourse of my peers, I suddenly find myself craving the gooey chocolate, crispy bacon, cool butter notes of your fact checking. Especially last night and more than likely tonight too, when all this harrumphing is happening in Tampa. The hyperbole filled chorus of yeas or nays keeps me hungry and what you deliver is blessedly fat free so I can partake as much as I like.
Is Obamacare the largest tax increase in the world? No!
Is Obama gunnin' for our guns? No!
Does Mitt Romney want to outlaw all abortions for any conceivable reason? No!
Is Barack Obama a liar liar pants on fire?
Is Mitt Romney a liar liar pants on fire?
Is Ron Paul the one with all the sense and just none of that hot pepper sex appeal?
Between now and November I'm sure you're going to add all kinds of tasty treats to your menu. We've had strong Republican aperitifs. Next a greasy garlicky Democrat appetizer. Soup, salad and entrees with the debates. Then to outdo last election cycle's baked alaska for dessert, you'll serve up reality so sweet and gooey, you'd think it would cause arterial blockages.
I've undone my pants. Feed me Politifact. Feed me until I burst.
Then I'll post links so everyone can get a taste.
Becky...The Absent Minded Housewife