
Feel the Bern !
Ah, the good old days. Every campaign starts out fresh and clean. You meet Mom and Pop, kiss a few babies, and choke down another croissant smeared with something.
Then there are the house parties every candidate loves to attend. The crowds pour out of someone’s front porch or living room just like the blue shirted gut on a certain infamous campaign helper pours out of his saggy black suit (above). Yea, I’m talking about a “Bernie for something” house party in Manchester. One of about three he had in NH since starting his wild campaign.
This house party featured our old pal Carl Robert Gibson who came to NH from Kentucky and Wisconsin and Connecticut, Texas, California, Illinois, and Mississippi, to help Bernie Sanders become President of the New United States of Crazy Talk.
