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To the extent that McSnark can't even look Obama in the eye, man to man. To the extent he RELUCTANTLY agrees to shake Obama's hand. And..since McSicko apparently has to get into an angry enemy/combat mindset to appear on a debate stage with Senator Obama, would the following scenario be appropriate?
The two candidates meet on the stage. A smiling Obama, naturally, easily, strides over to shake McSnark's hand. McViagra refuses (as usual) to make eye contact. He really wants to rudely wave/blow Obama off but he realizes that millions of voters ARE watching. McSnide half-heartily extends his clammy mitt. Obama grabs McSenile's slippery/sweaty little paw and does a NUMBER on him. I mean a real "got your fucking attention yet?" NUMBER on him. A hardened-steel grasp that turns his yellow stubby knuckles WHITE from lack of blood. A handshake that guarantees that McCreep not only LOOKS at him, but his eyes bulge and his pupils become wide and black with fear. A grasp that has such raw brute power, it radiates up his stunted stiffened arm like a bolt of white-hot lightning. No..it doesn't stop there. Obama nails McSneer's puckered ass with a "beyond comprehension" vice-grip handshake that leaves McPuke gasping for air like a beached guppy. His flicking/darting lizard tongue is searching for oxygen. It's a bone-crunching handshake that is so punishing, so intense, it drops McWeasel to his arthritic bony knees. At this point, Obama, always the empathetic gentleman, inquires of McPasty, "John, you look a bit under the weather tonight. Would you like to "call a friend" (Joey..help Joey!) or should we just call 911?"
Am I being mean? Am I over the top? Or have I just plain lost it?
:P
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