Ben Quayle captured the GOP nomination for Arizona's Third District House seat on the strength of his promise to "knock around" the "worst President in history" as soon as the downers he was on wore off, because he was "raised right." Then, Quayle tried, briefly, to veer into substantive territory, releasing an ad in which he grappled with "math" and "facts" and "ideas." Only he quickly discovered that he wasn't much good at understanding those concepts. And so he returns with a new ad, with his wife, who I assume is the "hottest chick in Scottsdale," based on the lengthy anthropological study that Quayle personally conducted, for science.
So, for his next trick, Mr. and Ms. Quayle will stare at the camera, and in very brief. Intermittent bursts. Of thought. They will recite. Sentence fragments. Very deliberately. I'll just die if I don't get this recipe. I'll just die if I don't get this recipe. I'll just die if I don't get this recipe.
In a related observation, is it just me, or does Ben Quayle remind you of Harry Lloyd's character from the Doctor Who episode, "The Family of Blood?"