Bye Bye Beto! Robert Francis O'Rourke Drops Presidential Bid

Beetle Bailey Beto loses every race he enters. I guess campaigning on gun confiscation, open borders, taxing churches and overall socialistic policies didn't excite donors. Funny, on my drives in to Angelo during the Senate race, I kept noticing Beto signs in rural yards. Are Tom Green county Democrats actually socialists? Or just stupid?

And Joaquin Castro has as much chance of winning the nomination as I do. That would be zilch, nada, jack squat, zero....

Jeez, did Beto kick your puppy Yants? Obsessed much? Any impeachment news?

While traveling back from Washington with Kamala Harris, Beto blew a wheel on his skate board and hit a tree. The tree is O.K. but the board is toast. Beto and Harris a hitch hiking west at this hour.

this moron belonged to a "hacking organization" in the mid to late 80's, called Cult of The Dead Cow, though his "hacking" skills consisted of little more than pirating computer games and racking up long distance bills on stolen credit cards, to access bulletin boards on his father's 300-baud modem.

Before any of us were aware of his fantasy of being a Mexican, "Beto", or the "Psychedelic Warlord" (as he was known within his circle jerk) had expressed a much darker pipe dream of his in a short story, where he goes into detail about mowing down children in his car.

"...one day, as I was driving home from work, I noticed two children crossing the street. They were happy, happy to be free from their troubles. I knew, however, that this happiness and sense of freedom were much too overwhelming for them. This happiness was mine by right. I had earned it in my dreams. As I neared the young ones, I put all my weight on my right foot, keeping the accelerator pedal on the floor until I heard the crashing of the two children on the hood, and then the sharp cry of pain from one of the two. I was so fascinated for a moment, that when after I had stopped my vehicle, I just sat in a daze, sweet visions filling my head. My dream was abruptly ended when I heard a loud banging on the front window. It was an old man, who was using his cane to awaken me. He might have been a witness to my act of love. I was not sure, nor did I care. It was simply ecstasy. As I drove home, I envisioned myself committing more of these "acts of love", and after a while, I had no trouble carrying them out. The more people I killed, the longer my dreams were. I soon quit my job, and stayed at my house in an almost comatose state. My dreams grew longer and more vivid. They kept me alive and proved to be the only thing to live for. I had killed nearly 38 people by the time of my twenty-third birthday, and each one was more fulfilling than the last. I was never really surprised at how I evaded the police. My dreams had taken over my life, and they guided me through the right path, and I never had need for fear of police. Or anything, for that matter."

Friday, "Beto" dropped out of the presidential race. Good riddance, asshole.

"Hell yes we're going to take your AR 15, your AK 47."
And the campaign contributions suddenly dried up.
Dumbass......