Sunday, September 28, 2008

Loose Conversations: Fifty Foot Veronica

"One more thing, Truman was a Democrat, so what is your point?"

Truman was a haberdasher first, and considered for the ticket only because FDR thought him incapable of being a power player. No one thought him capable of stepping in and FDR knew he was himself, unlikely to make it.

He did it anyway.

Brad sez: "There is simply no possible way that a liberal, country-loving Democrat can understand those of you who helped elect W into office twice and we are almost paranoid that you will do it to us again."

I get that. I was a Democrat of the same bent. Then I read about Barack and realized there are deeper dangers than even W.

One is an arrogant self-confidence that if people don't vote for the man, somehow they are stupid.

Two is watching the left so afraid of losing that they become the right but worse. If you become that which frightens you, you lose anyway.

That breaks all deals.

@nat sez" It has been amateur night in the white house for 8 years. Clown season is over."

Clowns? Bush and Cheney? Only if you watch Tripping the Rift, Nat.

You offer us a bean counter who can't not smirk or get irritated when confronted.

We offer a point guard who can play through the pain.

I'll take Six over Chode or Bobo anyday. Are you guys afraid of a fifty foot Veronica?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Don't have your email anymore coming up in to field. Anyway,I hopre this is cheerful. I thought it was hilarious. It has to do with cancer, but in a very entertaining way. (you don't have to post this comment, btw) Hope you are well.

http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/la-oe-orourke28-2008sep28,0,3317114.story

by P.J. O'Rourke

It starts:

"I looked death in the face. All right, I didn't. I glimpsed him in a crowd. I've been diagnosed with cancer, of a very treatable kind. I'm told I have a 95% chance of survival. Come to think of it -- as a drinking, smoking, saturated-fat hound -- my chance of survival has been improved by cancer."

some snipping:

"I have, of all the inglorious things, a malignant hemorrhoid. What color bracelet does one wear for that? And where does one wear it? And what slogan is apropos? Perhaps that slogan can be sewn in needlepoint around the ruffle on a cover for my embarrassing little doughnut buttocks pillow."

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