Now, Taxes Texas is a major player on the presidential election scene. Today, Texans have a chance to sink the awful, scheming, ueber- connected Hillary and disinfect American against the odious Billary virus (corruptococcus malignus) that has afflicted America since 1992.

By praying at the Shrine of the Virgin de Chicago or by putting on lip balm and kissing the Arizona A**hole, voters can pick a wrong to make a preliminary right. From a political standpoint, that’s astute, right now and right here, in Texas, the greatest Republic God ever bestowed on America.

Today should be the end of Hillary-Billary-Bill, and that’s a good thing.

To pre-celebrate the outcome, we present three selections from our archives. Cover your eyes and clicky on each pic for vomit-inducing goodness.

First up, our would-be notorious Hillary World-Class Genius poster post. This was taken from a quote during Bill’s gin days on the campaign trail, before his handlers watered down his drinks and stopped inviting women to his after-parties.

Next up, we have the clearly-obvious comparison between Her Mafianess and a real movie Mafia don.

Finally, to complete our Hillary Triptych, we present our piece de resistance, Deliverance Hillary. This work was lauded by Guy de Michiflorida Delegate du Superb as a “telling, consciousness-inspiring representation of the mindset of a lawsuit-threatening, desperate campaign apparatchik intent on suborning the will of the voting people, in the manner of Soviet Russia, or the Democrat Party. Or, how a Redneck makes his or her political enemy squeal like a pig while being abused.”

Meanwhile, at the the time of this writing, Customs and Border Protection helicopters are flying near the homestead, low and fast up and down the Rio Grande Valley. They flit back and forth, like giant dragonflies. Must be a drug movement, to get that kind of attention. Politicians are campaigning in Austin and San Antonio, pondering the larger picture, and here, on the border, people are looking up at the helicopters and looking into the darkness across the border, and wondering when the drug loads will come and when the gunfire will spit rounds into their back yards. And they stand in their back yards drinking Tecate beer and they take the locks off their rifles and wonder who will burn rubber through the neighborhood tonight — the runners or the law?

Recently, former President Bill Clinton touted his wife as a “world class genius.”

One wonders what a non-world class genius looks like.

Suitably Flip notes that the “world class genius” handed out Iowa caucus postcards with the wrong voting date on it.

And that’s where we come in.

With a tip of the hat to the brilliant American cultural references in the Real Men of Genius commercials, we present our first Hillary Clinton Real Women of Genius ad. Today’s target: whoever made up the Clinton Iowa Caucus Postcards.

Ms Iowa Caucus Postcard Maker
Politics Lite Presents: Real Women of Genius
     (Real Women of Genius)
Today we salute you, Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)
You spent years in art school, and minored in Political Science and Women’s Studies
     (Gotta stick it to the Man!)
Breaking through the glass ceiling to become Art Director at the local copy shop.
     (Full-color and two-sided!)
When the opportunity came to make up a campaign postcard, you jumped on it like a Code Pink hero on a wounded soldier.
     (Hit F7 for spellcheck and print 10,000 copies!)
Too bad the copy shop still had that January 1987 calendar on the wall.
     (But I like the liberal themes in it!)
So crack open an ice-cold brewski, Gregorian genius. You know the way to conservatives’ hearts—by giving them more Red, White & Blue ammunition.
     (Ms Iowa-Caucus-Postcard-Maker)