It's been about ten seconds since we had some nonsense person declare that he's a salt of the earth man o' the people tax-hatin' rootin-tootin' kinda guy, so let's meet Ben Sasse. Mr. Sasse is running for Senate in corn-fed Nebraska, and he has a super smart idea
I use one to keep my dog in the yard. I&#039;ve inadvertently touched it a few times, including soaking wet and barefoot after getting out of the pool and having the hound bump into me. The good news is, while it hurt like hell, he got it too- right through me. Made me swear like a sailor and him yelp like crazy.
Or borrow your watch to tell you what the time is.
Plains. Plains. Plains.
I&#039;d stay away from the <a href="http:\/\/allafrica.com\/stories\/201401060572.html\?page=2" target="_blank"> palm wine</a>
&quot;Nebraska is redder than Arizona.&quot;
except in the summer, because- sunburn. By mid June it&#039;s the south side of hell here
Pole barns, one for the &quot;House&quot; and one for the the Senate.
Ben probably figures right- those gullible red state yokels will buy anything if you wrap it in mom, apple pie, an American flag and a couple Bibble quotes
Not to mention what will happen to local and state politics when half a million or so Democrat civil servants suddenly move in.
I love the fact that tin-eared Repuglicans <i>still</i> think &quot;Born in the USA&quot; is a conservative song. It took Springsteen actively campaigning for Obama to dent that little delusion.
It would take as long as it took the Kochbros to find the Zip code for Nebraska.
As long as he doesn&#039;t Ramses down anybody&#039;s throat.
Not I-80 east of Winnemucca, it ain&#039;t.
Only if we agree not to tell the Republicans where that is.