Speaking of the resurrection of hateful twats, did you guys hear that Bob Barr wants to return to Congress? America had a very close call last year with the state of Georgia, when human-shaped fluffernutter Newt Gingrich came within a couple of thousand delegates of being the GOP’s nominee for president instead of whatshisname, the guy with the hair. Then Saxby Chambliss, a man we know must be horrible because the NRA loves him, announced his retirement from the Senate. Perhaps America would get lucky and he would be replaced with someone who is not a total cockwagon?
You got to love champions of the free market who refuse to leave government. And by "love" I mean "wish on them a metaphorical forced digestion of large quantities of human feces."
His name translates from Southern to "Fucking Asshole Who Never Served But Accused a Vietnam Veteran Who Lost Three Limbs of Being Unpatriotic".
"a staunch conservative, anti-drug warrior who chased Bill Clinton’s penis all over Washington even while fending off allegations of infidelity of his own " I am imagining this, with a Benny Hill soundtrack.
I saw that her much earlier bout of depression was going to be trotted out a la Thomas Eagleton. I don't know if the RNC has a theme song, but it should be "Dirty Laundry". Not that depression is really dirty laundry but you get the idea.
You got to love champions of the free market who refuse to leave government. And by "love" I mean "wish on them a metaphorical forced digestion of large quantities of human feces."
His name translates from Southern to "Fucking Asshole Who Never Served But Accused a Vietnam Veteran Who Lost Three Limbs of Being Unpatriotic".
"a staunch conservative, anti-drug warrior who chased Bill Clinton’s penis all over Washington even while fending off allegations of infidelity of his own " I am imagining this, with a Benny Hill soundtrack.
I saw that her much earlier bout of depression was going to be trotted out a la Thomas Eagleton. I don't know if the RNC has a theme song, but it should be "Dirty Laundry". Not that depression is really dirty laundry but you get the idea.
I wonder, when Mr. Chamblis was in some stuffy private school for boys, if his classmates called him "Getting no Sexby Chamblis".
He came in on the midnight train.