“Well, obviously I know there are nine Supreme Court justices.” Um, no, apparently you don’t.
“I don’t know how eight came out of my mouth…” The same way every other embarrassing clusterbabble does, Ricky. You open it, out it comes.
“I can’t tell ya… I don’t have memorized all of the Supreme Court judges…” Good Yoda impression, Ricky. Look, you’re running for president of the United States, and you only needed to come up with one name of one Supreme Court justice to answer one question, so you should have had just a skosh more familiarity with the judicial branch of the government YOU want to lead, you ignoramus.
“That’s what Americans care about. Uh, they’re not looking for a robot that can spit out, uh, the name of every Supreme Court justice… They’re looking for somebody who’s got values that are based, uhhhh, with a, with a deep, uh, rudder in the water.” Okay, whaa? What was that? As for values, when you get some, please let us know.
And Ricky’s right. Americans don’t want a robot, they want a living, feeling, human being with a, you know, functioning brain who they can trust not to humiliate themselves every time they get in front of an audience, large or small… as in press conferences and meetings with world leaders.
As for reading teleprompters, not only can President Obama run rings around just about anyone without one, but maybe if Ricky would rely on one once in awhile, he wouldn’t keep sounding like Sarah Palin without her hand notes.
And finally, Mr. Forgetful doesn’t seem to think having a good memory is all that important. Good luck at those state dinners, champ. Oh, never mind. You’ll never make it to the White House anyway.
H/t: Think Progress









