Thirteen miles from Dulles International Airport, to be exact. Twice, according to Molly Henneberg on FNC’s Special Report.
Thirteen miles from Dulles International Airport, to be exact. Twice, according to Molly Henneberg on FNC’s Special Report.
Molly seems nice.
I miss Dari Alexander, though.
Twas me, I put sugar in the gas tank of the Pissed Off At McCain Express.
As opposed to the Trash-Talk Express, which looks like it’s in for an anemic win at best in VA, with heavy turnout to return the sentiments of people like thor.
Ya see, with Huckabee what you have to do is cut the tendon above his left thumb. That way he’ll never be able to grip the neck of his bass guitar again. From then out he’ll slice the ball out of the fairway every time.
There, there, Amanda. We promise not to let the mean old Godbag hurt little Johnny.
I’m not supposed to let the rabbit out of the hat, but. John McCain has no time to campaign in rural Virginia. The Man is busy.
Do you know how long it takes to harvest a kidney from just one healthy, white Evangelical baby? Well, do ya?
It’s not as quick and easy as removing their eyes.
“Scalpel! Thongs! We’re ready to sewn this one up!”
Breaking: McCain Wins Virginia!
I believe in Miracle Whip!
Okay, here is what I am thinking: If we elect McCain, then next time around the obvious strategy would be to stake out the left side of the party and let the rest of the pack fight over the base. So the nominees would keep moving further and further left, until in 10 or 20 years they would be firmly on the right side of the Nannystate spectrum and we would have room to make a third party of real Individualists. So I could use that to rationalize a vote for old Sparky, I suppose. But since I will be dead by then why should I give a fuck?
McCain will be dead by then too. Small victories, gotta love ’em.