A transcription error appears in my July 3 conversation with Robert Byrd’s (D-WV) Grand Kleagle hood. In that earlier post, the exchange in question reads this way:
me: “…Can I just tell you, though, that you are the whitest piece of fabric I’ve ever seen! Christ, you’re white as a Kerry dinner party, y’know?”
hood:
me: ” — like the guest list at a Barry Manilow concert, is how white you are. I mean, you are one white hood, hood.”
Regrettably, the above formatting misleadingly suggests that Senator Byrd’s Kleagle hood did not respond to my prompt, when in fact said headgear did respond, albeit nonverbally. To wit: just after my mention of the John Kerry dinner party, Senator Byrd’s hood got up, gave me the finger, and stormed off — as sulky little Grand Kleagle hoods are wont to do. The craven, starched-fabric bitch.
Anyway, for what it’s worth, protein wisdom regrets the error.
Oh, I see. Release this latest cover-up today, figuring it will be masked by the NY Post/Gephardt story.
You’re not fooling us, mister. Not one little bit.
Don’t think we didn’t notice the veiled reference to Cheney’s DIY instructions to Leahy, either, bub.
uh, er… ummm… LOOK!!! Abu Ghraib!!!!
Steve! Where are you now?
Back home getting medically fit for duty. I returned overseas, worked my tail off, and during a routine medical screening to renew some of my certifications, they found blood in my urine.
Like that’s some sort of big deal.
Kidnet stone. Two procedures later, waiting to pass the kidney gravel. My greatest regret is that neither of the procedures involved miniaturizing a surgical team including Rachel Welch and injecting them into me. My medical doesn’t cover that. I suggested they shrink down a Mississippi chain gang to go break it up, but that didn’t fly either.
Jeez, Louise… isn’t this the 21st centruy, man? What gives? Anyway, once the pieces of the stone are out I can send them to you for an interview if you like.