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“You know, after giving it a whole lot of thought, Billy—and as much as I feel that I’ve been chosen by fate to join the ranks of the political elite—I’ve decided that putting pressure on Senator Feinstein from the outside would be more effective than working from the inside as a Senator, where entrenched bureaucracy and the need for things like artificial consensus and collegiality would only slow down the hard-charging effectiveness of the Cindy juggernaut. You know what I mean? It’s about the grass roots, man. Populist momentum—not surrendering to the Establishment.”* | |
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“Sure, certainly. And of course, let’s not forget that getting your ass handed to you on a cheap paper plate like some leathery, overdone flank steak at a roadside Texas ditch barbecue ain’t all it’s cracked up to be, either.
So, y’know—you had to figure that into your decision. Which, I must admit in this case you managed to do quite admirably.”* |
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(h/t Stop the ACLU; see also, Jawa Report, Conservative Revolution, Move on and Shut Up, and Conservative Outpost)
Blair’s Law in action.
Oh,the humanity!
Hey, check out the current bidder on her ebay speaking gig
“usefullidiot32”
Damn.
Actually, as low as the Democrats have lowered their bar for candidates, Mother Cindy still fell slightly below it. Who woulda thunk it?
We can at least rest assured that Klan Kleagels still meet their standards. Just like always.
Isn’t it way past time for Cindy! to get gangbanged by a coven of butch lesbian biker wiccans in a ritualistic orgy in Union Square?
You know, to create some visibility for her cause?
Because what can you expect to achieve talking to people who disagree with you?
Didja see who the auction benefits?
Panel topics at the Kos Konvention will include ”Moral Election Victories,” “Froth: It’s not just for Coffee Shops Anymore,” and “Look, Ma, I’m a Front-page Writer!”
Brilliant, as always, except nobody in Texas, even at the cheapest, grungiest, border barbeque, ever barbeque’s flank steak. If you want beef, it’s your choice of ribs, brisket with fat, and brisket without so much fat.
Served with banana pudding, for reasons no one was ever able to make clear to me.
Because banana pudding is good, dipshit.
Picture Sheehan singing Gretchen Wilsons song “I don’t feel like loving you today” to the rest of the whores she’s hangin’ with at the daily clusterfuck. Be sure you eat prior to picturing this, otherwise you get the dry heaves.
She was overheard saying her lips were getting numb. Oh wait! Those aren’t my lips.
If there ever was a time to stay away from Vegas early June would be a great time.
Crap. I actually was looking forward to seeing Mommy making at run at Feinstein..just for the theater of California Dems hoisted by their own cultivated Northern CA nutburgers. Just how could they run against a female with the voice of Anna Nicole Smith, the mug that is caricature in its natural state and who sees nothing wrong in pimping her son’s corpse for all its worth.
::sigh::
Gold. The campaign trail woulda been pure gold.
I just wonder what we Texans put on banana pudding before the invention of Cool Whip. Or will some archeologist find an ancient site in the Hill Country with a 20,000 year old Cool Whip bucket.
Ah, ye of citified decadence :-\
Proper nanner puddin’ needs no topping; indeed, it is its own topping. A dish entirely of topping, requiring only a scattering of vanilla wafers to render it perfect.
Cool Whip is an abomination. I’m considering issuing a fatwa.
Regards,
Ric
Plantains are the preferred choice of naner puddin’! FATWA comin’ yer way!
Ric,
The Cool Whip thing was a red herring to test for infidels. No need for a fatwah, oh ye of the true faith.
LOL. Great post. Billy Jack crackes me up.
Lew,
The point’s been made recently that there are some things that are permissible that aren’t advisable, if you get my drift.
But let’s put all that behind us and walk together along the path of righteousness, which leads to the buffet at the Iron Skillet restaurant, where the perfect nanner puddin’ can be obtained. Made entirely of sugar, fat, and pure sweet artificial ingredients, it is the perfect finish to a meal of French fried cholesterol strips and well-salted fries.
On the other hand, I might go for the red beans and rice with a cup of gumbo. I’m sort of in the mood for foreign food tonight.
Regards,
Ric
So, this “banana pudding” of which you speak–is this something made by the good folks at Jell-O?
[ducks, runs]
“The Cindy Juggernaut”?
Somebody has a high and mighty view of themselves.
Hey Cindy, if you’re so all powerful, why is it you never showed this lunatic moonbat side of yourself – the Cindy Juggernaut – to your Son while he was alive? Surely if you imbued him with your anti-establishment views and made him believe, as many liberals do, that they are infallible and everyone who doesn’t agree with their inherent superiority is an idiot, maybe then he wouldn’t have gone off to fight and die in what you incorrectly call “Bush’s War”. Then again, if it wern’t for your Son’s corpse, you’d be just another irrelevant California mom.
No. It’s a petroleum byproduct. Demand is large enough that every refinery has a small facility tucked away in a corner, primarily for internal use but selling on the open market as well.
This is a plus. “Organic” in the sense it’s usually meant is something scraped off boots before going in for dinner.
Regards,
Ric
In response to Sean M’s blasphemy, I’m posting an unflattering cartoon of him in every Golden Corral Restaurant in Texas!
Forget the pudding, give me a heaping helping of pecan pie. Preferably with an ice-cold glass of Dr. Pepper. Now that’s home cooking,
Sheesh, remind me never to eat in Texas.
Help with a decision please…..
Should I bid on the Cindy Sheehan speech, or the half-day of Maurice Clarett rides for my son’s birthday party?
… a coven of butch lesbian biker wiccans…
Monica? Is that you?
SB: quality
For Christ’s sake, isn’t this hag’s 15 minutes up yet?