Lyin' Ryan

Paul Ryan gave me the serious willies last night. Doing his best, young, sweaty Richard Nixon imitation, Mr. Ryan whipped the rabid Republican masses into a frenzy with his passionate, fiery rhetoric. I couldn't sleep all night.

I noticed this morning that the actor Steve Franken died. He played Chatsworth Osborne, Jr. the insufferably, arrogant nemesis to protagonist Dobie Gillis. It isn't just his brown-nosing that made Chatsworth so reprehensible, it was a sort of gift for being creepily odious. Paul Ryan has this gift. While Ann Romney may have come off as a likable sort of FOX anchor, Nurse Ratched type the previous evening, Ryan, was simply the liar of hyper-inflated self worth nauseating the truth itself with his transparent lies.

His whoppers prove that presidenting while being black is a bigger crime than inverting the truth so obscenely that it makes the guy who gives the homeless man under the bridge a quarter seem somehow like the victim of a Ponzi scheme. Like the Olympic Gold Medal winner in some important sport -- say verbal gymnastics, Paul Ryan's masterful garbage attempts to portray the Decathlon winner as a spear chucker.

Paul Ryan doesn't need a fact checker, he needs an exterminator. He's leading the rats into the center of the community.Republicans are thinking Ryan is promising the path to prosperity, but it's really the path to Pinocchio.