My pappy was no learnin’ professor, I never went to a fancy Northern school and I’m more likely to wear a bolo tie then a bow tie, but that don’t make George Will no smarter than me.

Seems four-eyes, who’s no higher than a pig’s udder, set his sites on Big Freddie:

But ask yourself this: If he did not look like a basset hound who had just read a sad story—say, “Old Yeller”—and if he did not talk like central casting’s idea of the god Sincerity, would anyone think he ought to be entrusted with the nation’s nuclear arsenal?

Photo by corroded.halo via Flickr.

Once, I had a basset hound named Thomas Dewey, smart dog, could find a possum hole in a corn field. Secondly, I don’t read no stories sad or otherwise. And thirdly, I don’t know what God’s sincerity is, but sounds like something that should go on my bumper sticker.

As for Big Freddie’s finger on the button, you should only worry if you live in Mexico.

Your fears will soon be realized George: State dinners will be ham hocks and grits. No chicken or salmon, and no four eyed northern intellectuals either.