W = poser. A fitting son to his back-stabbing dad.
They’ll ask me to raise taxes,
and I’ll say no.
I’ll say “Read my lips, no new taxes”.
You’ll vote for me, and then they’ll laugh as I raise your taxes.
Well said. I gave them both the benefit of doubt, they were both pilots, both served, and both disappointed. That disappointment has not aged well... I now despise them both.