Democratic Rhode Island gubernatorial candidate Frank Caprio was really looking forward to being endorsed by Barack Obama. But something went terribly wrong! Obama forgot to endorse Caprio/thinks Caprio is a moron. And now Frank Caprio has angrily declared that Barack Obama should take his lame endorsement and put it in his bunghole.
It's a southernism, reduced from from "Hell, Mary-Sue-Ellen-Bob passed gas". Meaning, we may not survive the next few minutes.
Caprio, I see, is Judge Caprio's son, and a Harvard graduate. (Elitist)
But he's also a jock (baseball and football) and a graduate of Suffolk Law School, which is the DeVry Institute of the legal world, and the alma mater of every ambitious/dickish Democratic politician in RI. (Cavone)
So Frank is a complicated guy, a mystery wrapped in an enigma surrounded by thin slices of prosciutto and drizzled with balsamic vinegar.
Linc was my neighbor at Brown freshman year. Nice guy.
His roommate was a scary Jesus freak. I guess "Evangelical Christian" would be the term nowadays. Or "fundamentalist douchebag."
Like it or not, he's being MLK rather than Malcolm X. On one hand, I would love to see some lines in the sand. But can you imagine the reaction he would risk if he did? Give them a whiff of Angry Negro, and the righties would go fucking crazy. Crazier, I mean. One white parent, Harvard Law School, and a mellow personality aren't enough to protect him from the tidal wave of horror that would result.
It's a southernism, reduced from from "Hell, Mary-Sue-Ellen-Bob passed gas". Meaning, we may not survive the next few minutes.
Just a big shove and Rhode Island itself would be headed to Bermuda.
Caprio, I see, is Judge Caprio's son, and a Harvard graduate. (Elitist)
But he's also a jock (baseball and football) and a graduate of Suffolk Law School, which is the DeVry Institute of the legal world, and the alma mater of every ambitious/dickish Democratic politician in RI. (Cavone)
So Frank is a complicated guy, a mystery wrapped in an enigma surrounded by thin slices of prosciutto and drizzled with balsamic vinegar.
Linc was my neighbor at Brown freshman year. Nice guy.
His roommate was a scary Jesus freak. I guess "Evangelical Christian" would be the term nowadays. Or "fundamentalist douchebag."
I think it must have been hard to be in such a liberal place when his dad was Nixon's Secretary of the Navy.
"Linc -- I am your fah-thah."
Kinda, and probably.
Like it or not, he's being MLK rather than Malcolm X. On one hand, I would love to see some lines in the sand. But can you imagine the reaction he would risk if he did? Give them a whiff of Angry Negro, and the righties would go fucking crazy. Crazier, I mean. One white parent, Harvard Law School, and a mellow personality aren't enough to protect him from the tidal wave of horror that would result.
I just made myself really depressed.