Poor Fred! The MSM hates 'em. Hugh Hewitt can't stand him. The National Review don't like him much. Everybody is out to get Fred. Fred is probably singing:
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, Guess I'll go eat worms, Long, thin, slimy ones; Short, fat, juicy ones, Itsy, bitsy, fuzzy wuzzy worms.
Down goes the first one, down goes the second one, Oh how they wiggle and squirm. Up comes the first one, up comes the second one, Oh how they wiggle and squirm.
Well, some people were spouting off just before Fred declared, that he wasn’t going to run.
Some people who don’t support Fred like to hang out on Fred threads, I guess they have nothing better to do.
One group of Fred supporters came out with this:
Nine out of ten dogs prefer the scraps off Fred’s table.
It's not that we don't like him, we want the BEST ticket to defeat Hillary. I liked George Allen but, as it turned out, he wasn't the best person to win the nomination. Luckily we found this out last year before it was too late.