Here I was, thinking that the reason why I consider Pratibha Tai to be “not Rashtrapati Bhavan material” is because she defrauded a cooperative bank and distributed the bank’s assets to her relatives.
Evidently not.
The reason why I oppose “I-see-dead-people” Ms. Patil’s candidature is because I am an MCP who is afraid that Ms. Patil’s ascendancy to the top would open the doors to even more female participation in our national life, a dystopian vision of the future that puts the fear of God into my black chauvinist, power-hungry heart.
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augmented hottie in a flimsy nightie prancing about, alone at home in a sunlit mansion, when in comes the “pizza man” or the “gardener”. And before you realize it, intense amorous action is initiated accompanied by passionate facial contortions and rapid locomotion of assorted body parts. The key to enjoying what follows is to suspend disbelief—to accept without questioning that there is something about the pizza man or the gardener that makes women jump on him, without the exchange of even the minimum of pleasantries.
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