No, not the delicious strong-attractive Deepak Chopraey force made from avocados that binds the country together in Hillary sociodynametaphysics, but the game, now updated: Did the Clintons Try to Whack a Cat? Or, Your pussy or your pussy.
 The article (in Mother Jones, hilariously) gives an overall positive review to Citizens United’s Hillary: The Movie. Those Clintons. Uniters!
“Did the Clintons Try to Whack a Cat?”
>chuckle>
The palpable fear attendant to WingNut Nation’s assessment of Killary’s
chances de-escalates my own concerns about a future with her in the WH.
Has the Vince Foster Pod hatched his replacement yet? Maybe he can
have a joint press conferance with Wiley to expose the feline hit.
holy moly!
This, from a commenter that just whipped out the “codpiece” myth on another thread, not five minutes ago, is delightful, laugh-out-loud irony.
Other than ramping up the usual rhetoric, these types of films don’t change any minds. Only True believers go to see them anyway.
That said – at least those capitalist swine will get theirs now, eh Comrades?
Semanticleo, what’s Hilary’s Fed policy gonna be? Heck, how about having her run Wall Street too — she more or less said so just yesterday and in for a pound, in for a dollar, as they say.
MissCleo stops in to make us all dumberer. Thanks a lot. Every time you comment, Kleo, the collective IQ around here drops 10 points, and it takes 2 comments from Rick Locke to get us back to undo your damage.
That cat-nappping was a big deal in Richmond, back in the day.
My post-9/11 cats (Buzz Saw, Chomps, Zorro and Panthy-pants) only wish they would get on the wrong side of a Clinton goon squad. And that last one alone would leave any such goon looking like a Timothy Treadwell autopsy photo. In case of capture, they will give off deadly cynanide gas. Also in case of just sitting around.
Uh, the link goes to Mother Jones. When did they join the “wingnuts”?
Rob, it’s just another of the many indications that Semanticleo and cohorts (ilk!) don’t see anything except themselves in the mirror.
For the record, I’m not afraid of much. This is very probably a sign of overconfidence, but it keeps me cheerful. That’s what having minimal competence in the use of firearms can do for you. Knowing that a marginal cost of $5.00 max can do away with most animate hazards leaves me free to contemplate other, possibly more suave, methods of abating the nuisance.
But multiple kilowords of raving paranoia about Bu$hitlerburton rounding up dissidents (on the basis of tapped phone calls, natch) and disappearing them into the unholy maw of Blackwater Corp. to be tortured, followed by accusations of “…palpable fear…” of Hillary!, just amuses me. I’m not afraid of Clintons. My reaction to them is more or less the same as my wife’s view of a fresh pile of dog manure: EEEEEEwwww.
Regards,
Ric
Still, you might want to arm your cats with spoonguard.
Here, Chomps has been used by a model for some B3tan artist.