Ah, Mike Pence and the rest of the Mormon plastic people. Straight off the toy shelf at Walmart, straight out of a Barbie movie. Somehow naive, sheltered and protected from the world, a holier-than-thou vibe. Kind of a strange, almost creepy lot.
Pence in particular has always gotten under my skin by merely speaking. There’s something about his tone of voice, like he’s on a game show telling the contestants what they’ve won.
The cadence of his speech, the delivery, the faux gravity and seriousness, his brown-nosing subservience to Trump, wearing his faith on his sleeve– it was all too much. I’m glad he’s out of the race. He had no business being there in the first place.
Kind of feel sorry for him, because it seems almost impossible for him to turn off the animatronics and be human. And his attempts at humor invoke nothing but eye rolls and embarrassment for his efforts. It might have one wondering what his formative years were like.
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