When you’re proudly hating on the immigrants, homosexuals, uppity brown people, and effete liberals it must creep you out to share a table with a Connecticut-born, spoiled-ass trust fund Son of a Bush sporting a fake drawl and a show ranch. And when he parks your country in a quagmire, reduces your income, blows up Granny’s retirement fund, and can’t bother himself to round up bin Laden - you either fold or bluff. Bush is down to a table of born losers.But look, the Maverick has started a new game, same rules, higher stakes, better looking women. Are you feeling lucky?
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