It is now a fact of wiener face Rick Santorum's life that every time he chews up his tongue during a speech and a few errant syllables sneak out, people will assume he was trying to stop himself from saying something racist mid-way through a word. This is Rick Santorum's punishment from Jesus, for vanity, for usurping the Lord's superpowers and
You give me too much credit! I had to go look that one up. Well, them up.
I did read The Inferno in high school, but didn't recall those two gentlemen in it. I did think it was rather tight to put Odysseus in the deeper circle of Hell - especailly since we'd read The Illiad and all thought he was a pretty good guy.
Ten months on the campaign trail and he doesn't yet have a coherent stump speech. He stands up in front of the audience and rocks like a six-year-old who really, really, really has to pee.
He said something about in the future we'll just have do what "...every other great power that decided to become a social welfare state has done and which [sic] is to abandon America's mission..." [sick]
Leaving aside for a moment the missing long roster of the empires that made that switch, what other nation on the face of this earth has undertaken America's mission - whether it elected to later abandon it or not?
This simply makes no sense at all. Realizing he's dying up there, he stretches for an applause line with the same grace and charm Wayne Newton had when he didn't get a standing ovation at the end of his Vegas act. He's start singing "God Bless America."
Meanwhile, it is a punishment from Hell that Li'l Ricky and Ole Newt have to keep going through the motions. They hate (r)Money that much. And they need to keep raising money faster than they spent it to avoid a huge campaign debt.
You can count on the fact that both these guys are stalling all their venders - who generally demand cash up from a political campaign, because it can just fold up and fade away and no one is responsible for the residual debts (yes, I'm talking about you, Alan Keyes, who still as near as I can figure still owes money from his vanity Presidential bid).
So they are doomed to wander from event to event, pathetic mendicants with their hats in their hands and holes in their pockets and their shoes.
The stench of desperation is greater than a low-rent bar at Saturday night closing time.
DSZ:
You give me too much credit! I had to go look that one up. Well, them up.
I did read The Inferno in high school, but didn't recall those two gentlemen in it. I did think it was rather tight to put Odysseus in the deeper circle of Hell - especailly since we'd read The Illiad and all thought he was a pretty good guy.
Nigalodeon ?
Ten months on the campaign trail and he doesn't yet have a coherent stump speech. He stands up in front of the audience and rocks like a six-year-old who really, really, really has to pee.
He said something about in the future we'll just have do what "...every other great power that decided to become a social welfare state has done and which [sic] is to abandon America's mission..." [sick]
Leaving aside for a moment the missing long roster of the empires that made that switch, what other nation on the face of this earth has undertaken America's mission - whether it elected to later abandon it or not?
This simply makes no sense at all. Realizing he's dying up there, he stretches for an applause line with the same grace and charm Wayne Newton had when he didn't get a standing ovation at the end of his Vegas act. He's start singing "God Bless America."
That's what I hear. Strange word, but he's a strange man.
I don't think he said it. All I can hear is "blah blah blah"
I wouldn't recommend wearing a hoodie for that.
You can almost smell the Axe, semen and desperation.
Macaca?
Meanwhile, it is a punishment from Hell that Li'l Ricky and Ole Newt have to keep going through the motions. They hate (r)Money that much. And they need to keep raising money faster than they spent it to avoid a huge campaign debt.
You can count on the fact that both these guys are stalling all their venders - who generally demand cash up from a political campaign, because it can just fold up and fade away and no one is responsible for the residual debts (yes, I'm talking about you, Alan Keyes, who still as near as I can figure still owes money from his vanity Presidential bid).
So they are doomed to wander from event to event, pathetic mendicants with their hats in their hands and holes in their pockets and their shoes.
The stench of desperation is greater than a low-rent bar at Saturday night closing time.