That’s her, ladies and gentlemen. That’s my wife. Yes, we are actually married.
If elected, I pledge that same woman—who is a full six years younger than my eldest son—will be by my side at all state dinners, dressed to the nines, causing the Chinese delegation’s jaws to drop in amazement at her gravity-defying rack.
This is my solemn vow to all Americans.
I am aware of the critics who doubt my ability to deliver on this promise. “What about Jackie Kennedy?” they ask. “Wasn’t she a hotter first lady?” If all America cares about is hotness from the neck up, then yes. Though Jackie looked good in a pillbox hat, she never possessed that I-have-obvious-father-issues sort of hotness the people of this country appreciate so deeply. Go on, close your eyes and try picturing Jackie Kennedy on the cover of some magazine spilling out of a bikini. You can’t do it, can you? Now try the same mental experiment with Mrs. Fred. The results speak for themselves.
I say America deserves hotter.
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