Ever wonder why the only people you see at Teabagger rallies are old angry white people? Whatever happened to kindly and benevolent old geezers like Grandpa Walton?
Or what about Grandpappy Amos?
Sort of makes you nostalgic for a bygone time when old people were maybe a little crusty but benevolent beings who never had a bone to pick with anyone except for the occasional young scamp who ran through their vegetable garden.
But these days, the face of old people that keeps turning up at Teabagger rallies look like this guy.
A real class act, huh?
