October 2, 2023

Buzzing Baby Bumble Bee Tosses Stinger Into Congressional Race For Maine 2nd District

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“You can be anything you want to be,” said momma Bumble Bee. And so, baby Bumble Bee has decided to become a politician. Lucas St. Claire, the son of Burt’s Bees founder, Roxanne Quimby, after buzzing around for a few years to burden Maine with a senseless national monument of land donated by his mother, is taking the advice handed down from generation to generation – “you can be anything you want” – and has decided he wants to be a politician.

Some might say he isn’t qualified, but then in an honest assessment one would have to ask just what it takes to be a politician. Many have come before him and many will follow. Certainly the first and foremost qualifications would have to be an egoist/narcissist, a liar, a crook, a thief, a pervert, a child molester, a sex addict, a hypocrite, etc. etc. And those are the best qualities. It will be up to the voters to decide if St. Claire has any of those necessary qualities to become a lifetime politician, sucking off the teet of the hardworking, taxpaying voter.

St. Claire, one of a turnip truck load of slime seeking to bilk the taxpayer, as all politicians do, wants to become the democratic challenger to incumbent republican slime ball politician, Bruce Poliquin. The Poliquin camp, acknowledging St. Claire’s announcement of intent to run, made the following statement:

“From being an attempted gourmet chef through his college training in London, to a wine expert in Seattle, to spending his family’s money ignoring the will of local voters, he has moved on to thinking he should be a politician.”

Perhaps it was St. Claire’s mother’s deal she struck with Barack Obama, that if she gave land for a national monument, a move that would piss off the majority of Maine residents (divide and conquer), he would, as he is still very active at being a crook after his job as puppet-in-chief, see to it that her son got a free ride into Washington, where all the sick-ass perverted, cohorts hang out.

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