Grab the Prozac before you read.
I didn’t and am seething:
So, you’re convinced you have the “maturity” and “experience” to be governor, Mr. Breaux? Guess again, sir.
As you gathered – ahem - experience, Louisiana crumbled. *CRUMBLED*, Mr. Breaux. And, given the oh-so-transparent game you’re playing, it’s abundantly clear that maturity doesn’t necessarily come with age.
Grow up, get a clue and go home… to Maryland.
Note: This is *GOOD*. Have a listen on Lee Fletcher.