
The mainstream media seems to have slept on this story, and it does us all a great disservice, but I’m hoping to correct that. Last month, the New Hampshire Institute of Politics invited sixteen lesser-known candidates for president, including nine republicans and seven democrats, to a forum, where they could outline their views and engage in lively debate.
It was there that Rockport Massachusetts’s ‘Vermin Supreme,’ (seen at right sprinkling glitter dust over West Virginia’s Randall Terry) won the official endorsement of FilmDrunk.com. While we certainly can’t overlook the importance of his awesome hat, it was his positions on the issues that matter to us that ultimately won him this coveted endorsement.
Vermin Supreme, the perennial satirical candidate who runs on a platform of zombie preparedness and a pony for each American, came wearing about seven neckties and a giant boot over his head. [unionleader]
Stronger zombie defense and universal pony access are exactly the kind of common sense platforms we need in these tough economic times. The head boot and glitter bombs, that’s just good showmanship. And if, in the spirit of bipartisanship, Supreme chose as his running mate The Rent is Too Damn High Party’s Jimmy MacMillan, I think MacMillan’s karate expertise could give this ticket the shot in the arm it needs.
As a side note, Vermin Supreme is exactly how I always imagined Quentin Tarantino’s cocaine wizard.
[hat tip: TheDailyWhat]



Vince, I’ve got a great new business plan for you.
Step 1: Get Mr. Supreme’s address and send him a new two-color FilmDrunk shirt.
Step 2: ???
Step 3: ???
Ok, so it wasn’t a plan per se. I just REALLY want to see this guy wearing Birffday Dawg and that fantastic hat!
“If I were president, I’d make sure all the money’s spent on… good things.”
Are the ponies to distract the zombies while we make an escape? If so, this guy is a genius and we need to start stealing dead people’s identities to vote for him a million times.
Also, I appreciate his pro-boot stance.
The beard, boot-hat and sensible jacket solidify him in my mind as a legitimate candidate. While his underlying dentist agenda worried me at first, he won me over with his closing song & gay fairydust. Promise a position in your cabinet as “Secretary of Butthornery” to Gary Busey and you’ve got my* vote, sir!
*Canadian, which as of this writing only counts as 0.9773 actual votes. That’s how it works, yeah?
I’m confident that Vermin Supreme Commander in Chief would finally be able to make peace with the Biker Mice from Mars.
I’ve seen enough Filmdrunk Comments Sections regarding boots to know where this is headed.
He is less of a joke than Bachman so he has that going for him.
Movie-related fig leaf:
I see that Caligula has gone to his head.
@heHam
Bachmann’s the more impressive beard, though.
Because FUCK YO THREADED REPLIES, that’s why.
That fucking Franco wasn’t it? Boot-hatting is the political equivalent of dick nosing.
“He’s turning gay! He’s turning gay!” I’d recognize that glitter dust anywhere I guess this is what Uncle Frank has been up too since he outed my cousin at Thanksgiving .
The West Wing would’ve been so much better with this guy:
President Vermin Supreme: Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: I don’t say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.
President Vermin Supreme: Yes, it does. Leviticus.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: 18:22.
President Josiah Bartlet: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I had you here. I’m interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Howard the Duck #17. She’s a clown college graduate, speaks fluent Esperanto, always did the locomotion when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Nick Nolte insists that Dehumanizer is better than Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath. That homeless guy on the corner of 15th and 3rd clearly says he should be rapped across the knuckles with a fresh birchwood cane. Am I morally obligated to wedgie him myself, or is it okay to call the Ghostbusters? Here’s one that’s really important ’cause we’ve got a lot of extractor fans in this town: Touching the skin of a snare drum makes one unclean. Wizards of Waverly Place Season 2, Episode 18: Hugh’s Not Normous. If they promise to wear Hulk hands, can the Salisbury Steaks still play the piano, because they couldn’t before! Can Cancun? Can St Trinian’s? Does the whole town really have to be together to get stoned with my brother Nimrev for planting different crops side by side? Can I rap-battle my mother in a small family gathering for being a trick-ass ho? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: While you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President kaschnarbles, nobody flaboogles.
Vermin Supreme’s “Strong Teeth for a Strong America” platform is going to have a tough road ahead of it, what with Mitt Romney’s powerful Cavity Creep faction working against it.
As long as I can have my assault rifle mounted on my free pony, he has my vote.
He is quite obviously paid off by the Obama camp to siphon off otherwise staunch Romney-supporters to a committed and steadfast third party candidate. Rightwing-Nader.
Pfft. My 17th level Bureaucrat/Thief could take him.
Ray Stevens, you still manage to make me chuckle after all these years!
Good candidate, terrible ice cream flavor.
At my local Chinese restaurant, Vermin Supreme is a number 37.
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I want my Pony!
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I am pro-time travel!
opps sorry about posting twice! love these comments! vote early, vote often!
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just found this! vermin supreme a meme!