Dear Senator Biden -
I am waiting anxiously for Thursday. Don't go all soft and courtly on me. I want to see blood around your muzzle come 10:30. Publicly humiliate the bitch, then eviscerate her. Leave her entrails and eyeglass fragments in a steaming, stinking heap on the stage.
Oh, and in case you're looking for some talking points of why Sarah Palin is even more dangerous than that crackpot old man (who is exhibiting some symptoms of incipient Alzheimer's) on her ticket, read what Sam Harris has to say in Newsweek.
As an aside -- I'm not kidding about that Alzheimer's thing. I think McCain has Alzheimer's. A couple of stage four Alzheimer's symptoms:
* Decreased capacity to perform complex tasks, such as planning dinner for guests, paying bills and managing finances. Or campaigning, preparing for a debate, and attending a White House meeting.
* The affected individual may seem subdued and withdrawn, especially in socially or mentally challenging situations, like a complex discussion about the economy at the White House, in which he hunched toadlike in a corner and contributed nothing to the discussion.
Can we find a Democratic Drudge to start floating that rumor?
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The Wheels on the Bus Fall Off, Fall Off
Well, I'm relieved that the post-convention bounce has disappeared. The wheels are coming off the McCain/Palin bus and while I'm not quite ready to do a Riverdance on their graves (since, after the 2004 election I never underestimate the stupidity of Americans), I am managing a restrained Peppermint Twist.
If you read the Palin profile in this past Sunday's NY Times (the Times apparently doing the vetting that the McCain campaign didn't do) you get further evidence that Palin is nothing but a vengeful and petty Northern Exposure Boss Tweed.
Wonder if McCain is now wishing he had done the truly maverick thing and tapped Joe Lieberman (not that that would have helped him)? Unless, as I've posited privately to friends, Palin is being cast as the Harriet Miers character, who will implode under the scrutiny of her abuses of power, cronyism, and secretiveness (sound like any President we know, hmmm?), so McCain can bring Joe L in at the eleventh hour?
Actually, since it's now well established that the McCain/Palin campaign is now just a bunch of desperate liars (well, with the exception of maybe Carly Fiorina, and look where that's gotten her), perhaps I should get out my red patent leather high heeled Mary Janes and get ready to do that dance on their graves.
PS. Three cheers to Hillary Clinton for backing out of a UN appearance after she found out Palin was going to be there. Hillary, better than anyone, knows that if one photo of her appears standing next to the radioactive Palin, it will, somewhere down the road, come back to bite her in the ass.
If you read the Palin profile in this past Sunday's NY Times (the Times apparently doing the vetting that the McCain campaign didn't do) you get further evidence that Palin is nothing but a vengeful and petty Northern Exposure Boss Tweed.
Wonder if McCain is now wishing he had done the truly maverick thing and tapped Joe Lieberman (not that that would have helped him)? Unless, as I've posited privately to friends, Palin is being cast as the Harriet Miers character, who will implode under the scrutiny of her abuses of power, cronyism, and secretiveness (sound like any President we know, hmmm?), so McCain can bring Joe L in at the eleventh hour?
Actually, since it's now well established that the McCain/Palin campaign is now just a bunch of desperate liars (well, with the exception of maybe Carly Fiorina, and look where that's gotten her), perhaps I should get out my red patent leather high heeled Mary Janes and get ready to do that dance on their graves.
PS. Three cheers to Hillary Clinton for backing out of a UN appearance after she found out Palin was going to be there. Hillary, better than anyone, knows that if one photo of her appears standing next to the radioactive Palin, it will, somewhere down the road, come back to bite her in the ass.
Let's Mambo
With twice daily oral antibiotics, lots of soft food, some force feeding and watering, Mambo is looking and acting like his bright-eyed old self. Albeit with an accusatory and judgmental glint in those eyes that says, "You stupid slut! I almost died!" (he did).
Now he's sitting at my shoulder, ready to accept my bribe of Greenies treats to win back his affections.
And I know he's getting better because he now hurries away when I pick up the towel I use to wrap him up for the antibiotic dosing. You can almost hear him saying, "Feets, don't fail me now." Then when I do manage to catch him, he struggles and fights instead of doing his Chicago '68 "I'm not resisting arrest," thing. Good Mambo!
Honestly, you wouldn't guess that this cat is nearly 18 years old.
Now he's sitting at my shoulder, ready to accept my bribe of Greenies treats to win back his affections.
And I know he's getting better because he now hurries away when I pick up the towel I use to wrap him up for the antibiotic dosing. You can almost hear him saying, "Feets, don't fail me now." Then when I do manage to catch him, he struggles and fights instead of doing his Chicago '68 "I'm not resisting arrest," thing. Good Mambo!
Honestly, you wouldn't guess that this cat is nearly 18 years old.
