Showing posts with label Delusions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Delusions. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Wait, did I miss something?

We have John McCain, who got his clock cleaned in the largest Democratic popular vote win in a generation by a black man named Barack Hussein Obama, mounting an insurgency while Mitch McConnell claims, with a straight face, that – quote – “Republicans have better ideas”. No, really. I’m not kidding. Let that marinate. I can wait.

Yes. Three months after getting an epic electoral smack down, they are already waist deep into their shared delusions of self grandeur. Someone should tell them that if a majority of Americans wanted their plans and thought they, particularly McCain, had better ideas, maybe, just maybe, we would would have voted for him instead of the scary Moozlim Commie President B-Rock.

I seriously don't know why these fools haven't been laughed off the stage yet. If they wanna play, let's play.

Here’s my plan: Let the Senate Republicans filibuster. Really make them filibuster, none of that weaksauce cloture vote crap, and bring every camera in a 50 mile radius. Every single Democrat should then leave the chamber and give a united press conference on the Capitol steps where they angrily talk about how shitty the economy is, giving state by state statistics – particularly in blue or purple states with Republican Senators – Ohio, Maine, New Hampshire, Florida, Indiana, and Pennsylvania – and how Dems are trying to do something about while Republicans pull the political equivalent of a spoiled five year old giving a foot stomping temper tantrum because they aren’t getting their way despite getting their clocks cleaned in November.

Then, Obama goes on t.v., that very night, on every major network for his first televised talk to the nation in the oval office. He talks about how he and Democrats in Congress are trying to do what they were elected to do – alleviate the suffering of Americans – and that he sincerely tried to work with Republicans in good faith by making concessions like taking out some of the measures they found the most objectionable, making the bill one-third tax cuts, and meeting with them to address their concerns. He will then mention that for his efforts, the Republicans couldn’t manage to deliver even one vote in the House and now they are filibustering in the Senate.

As he speaks or after, I’m sure that the videos of him meeting with them in the WH, meeting with them on Capitol Hill, inviting them for dinner and cocktails, will get heavy rotation. Also getting heavy rotation will be the video of numerous Republicans talking about his graciousness. Let him look dead straight into the camera and say, “I was elected, in part, to change the tone in Washington. I’ve tried to do that, and I will keep trying because I believe in what I was sent here to do. However, Republicans seem content with continuing the status quo and playing the same tired game of politics as usual by trying to score cheap political points as millions of people lose their jobs, economic security, health care, and wonder how they are going to feed their children tomorrow. It’s shameful.”

Game. Over.

Dude. Seriously. Who Asked You?

Darth Vader has returned for another installment and he's up to his old fear mongering tricks...

Maybe Cheney didn't get the message so I'll tell him... GO A-WAY.

We couldn't roll you out of town fast enough. Your approval rating was an epic fail. Noone cares about you or anything you have to say because we know it's probably wrong. WMD? Lie. Mushroom clouds? Wrong. Greeted as liberators? Epic Fail. Noone could have predicted 9/11? Wrong. I didn't have anything to do with outing a CIA agent? Lie.

Go back into your hole you cretinous failure.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Michael and Mary Jane

Umm, what he said.

I'm shocked, shocked, I tell ya that Michael Phelps has any fun. Appalled I tell ya.

Anyone who thought that this guy, a world famous, rich, handsome athlete was a saint should be shot. He's an athlete, let's not expect him to crap rainbows and magical pixie dust. His crap stinks like everyone else's.

Let the man enjoy his youth and leave him the hell alone. The pearl clutching is so unnecessarily sanctimonious - and therefore annoying.