Home of the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame, Cleveland (named after the awesome cleavage of its first Governor's wife: Two-ton Tonia) became the site for sore eyes of the, perhaps, last democratic debate of the Primary season and a debatable debacle it was:
In this corner the challenger with little experience but really snazzy trunks, the bomber Obama, the Barack whose never seen a barracks, call him Hussein if you dare, the possibly first somewhat black president of the usa by way of Indonesia and Hawaii, the brown pineapple- Barack Hussein Obama! In the opposing corner, the mistress of Mr Mischief, woman enough to rein in the rambunctious rutt-runner of Hope, Arkansas, the last first lady to bring to the White House more than just white people, Hillary Rod-Man Clinton!
Clinton came out first with a full on assault on the Brown Pineapple's choice of African garb. Obama retaliated with a rabbit punch about Hillary's heavy bags, not just under her eyes, but in her legal history. Hillary countered with a undercut about being an inexperienced boy to which Barack threw a round house race card: "Don't call me 'Boy! '.
The Senator from NY by way of upperclass Illinois and the Gov's mansion in Little Rock rocked BHO's world with a jab to the glass jaw of his foreign inexperience-the never-been-to-Latin America uppercut. Not to be deterred by facts, the gladiator of gloriosity sent the the first lady of fluster to the canvass with a flurry of endorsements and delegates.
Stunned but still steaming, the Lady clinton rose gracefully from the canvass and stalked her rival. Cornering him, she delivered body shot after body shot about just words and press pampering and a step-grandma whose still barefoot in an hut! Suddenly the bell rung. The fight was over. Judges declared it a tie and the two noble, bloodied battlers locked arms and set their sights on a decrepit old chameleon who would say and side with almost anything and anyone to retire to the White House.