...raymond always said my game is persistence...i'm  still here....more persistent...i've got barack obama's number...raymond is dead now...sorry, old boss I took your job but you said everyone would underestimate my persistence...you were my best boss...it's the presidential bearing, and dress well and its human nature they will drop the ball right in front of you....a career, you said, a career is putting the right spin on the ball so it keeps dropping in front of you ....performance art, stupid pundits...how many plumbers in Ohio know what the hell art is....farce, it's a farce and haley barbour is a dipshit...turd blossom--forget Bush's brain Rick Perry may not even have a head ha ha what is that thing that sticks up out of his collar....he's a turd blossom, uses the brother word...well even I know a voter can smell a patronizing comment from a mile away...and it just shows weakness for not taking a man on with conviction......persistence and the predictable is the unpredictable...performance art.-- just plain farce, the ball keeps dropping right in front of me.....raymond nailed it...thanks, old boss...mentor..that's interesting...if a man doesn't have a good mentor by the time he's thirty none of his goals will be reached...it's always man to man...someone has to teach you that thanks old boss  man...i'm the boss now ...why isn't jeb bush in this race if it's so damned predictable...turd blossom.... and i'm still a front runner and I got me barack obama's number...and it's a three way race--gives me the path I need...what's predictable is farce and where the ball gets returned....its all worked out...on that stage with him, Mr. President, you're not running against George Bush's recession and you're not running against a weather vane like Mitt Romney. Let's get current. I'm Herman Cain. I'm here on this stage platform with you. Don't tell me what I believe. I know what I believe and the people know what I believe" ...much better than McCain who tried body moves behind Obama....stupid thing to do to a basketball player..he hit a three pointer....not me, I'm a head-on kind of man...it's school yard, baby, or the first job....what am I thinking?..you don't know...a blacker black---what's with the frown, is it a glare....just hit the ball once and see what he does... i'll tell you....i'll walk into a dark alley, don't care, will figure it out...barack obama would need a committee to decide....get the difference? tension, tension, what's this big blacker man gonna do...hit somebody, maybe....not like a high toned black...with book learning whose face you can read in an instant--here it comes, smartest guy in the room, long answer, the audience left....men, especially men...barack obama is a smarty pants...all politics starts in the school yard...smarty pants they all want to kill the guy....me they won't dare...you have to have enforcers...who can name one drone in Obama's cabinet...no one to stick up for him...tries to do it all himself...raymond said don't do it, the technicians, the sales guys, a good accountant...they bring it all to you who gives a crap about China's nuclear weapons...i'll have people who know that...the ball... barbour's a dipshit...ha ha, could have done this himself....and the sexual abuse junk---just another ball dropping right where I want it to....if necessary i'll jam the ball right down their throats...don't take that the wrong way...dumb clinton...it's on top of the desk that counts... persistent...call me mr. persistent... people might someday get my smoking advertisement ---when I finally do smile people are relieved and they hit the ball right back to where i'm standing... but when barack obama smiles he looks like a smart assed kid and people run the other direction or gang up on him. Performance Art...i think i finally got it.