The definition of diplomacy is telling someone to go to hell is such a way that he looks forward to the trip. The corollary of this is telling someone that he is bugfuck crazy in such a way that he thinks you find him interesting.
If he thinks he's surprised now, just wait until the Great Unwashed votes one of these rodeo clowns in . (Hint: John? It won't be you.)
On a related note, <a href="http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/politics\/archive\/2011\/08\/gluttons-for-punishment-blame-voters-for-the-dismal-gop-field\/244016\/" target="_blank">James Warren is trying out for a Wonkette editor position</a>: <i>It wasn&#039;t until I saw a horribly overweight man gorging himself over the breakfast buffet at a Grand Rapids, Michigan hotel on Sunday that I understood the fallacy behind all the hand-wringing over the Republican presidential field.
As he waddled to his table with two apparent </i>Guinness Book of World Records<i>-sized plates of food, including a stack of sausage and bacon nearly blocking the light from a nearby bank of windows, I realized that voters are being fed what they want to eat.</i>
that&#039;s ok. when rickie&#039;s president, he&#039;ll charge this pansy ass with treason and send him to gitmo.
You know <i>who else</i> had an interesting assortment of characters?
The word &ldquo;Interesting&rdquo; can have many meanings. In Jon&rsquo;s case I think he means clueless.
The definition of diplomacy is telling someone to go to hell is such a way that he looks forward to the trip. The corollary of this is telling someone that he is bugfuck crazy in such a way that he thinks you find him interesting.
If he thinks he&#039;s surprised now, just wait until the Great Unwashed votes one of these rodeo clowns in . (Hint: John? It won&#039;t be you.)
No, we can&#039;t. I think that&#039;s the point.
On a related note, <a href="http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/politics\/archive\/2011\/08\/gluttons-for-punishment-blame-voters-for-the-dismal-gop-field\/244016\/" target="_blank">James Warren is trying out for a Wonkette editor position</a>: <i>It wasn&#039;t until I saw a horribly overweight man gorging himself over the breakfast buffet at a Grand Rapids, Michigan hotel on Sunday that I understood the fallacy behind all the hand-wringing over the Republican presidential field.
As he waddled to his table with two apparent </i>Guinness Book of World Records<i>-sized plates of food, including a stack of sausage and bacon nearly blocking the light from a nearby bank of windows, I realized that voters are being fed what they want to eat.</i>