For those of you interested, I’ll be re-engaging with politics for a day to add inane observations to tomorrow’s extensive and informed commentary at Pajamas Media. Which is to say, while dilligent and sincere PJM correspondents will be engaging in actual citizen journalism of the highest order, I’ll be sitting home on my couch writing vignettes that compare, say, Tom Tancredo to an El Camino low rider with one of those little doggies on the dashboard with the head that bobs up and down.
Because, well, who else is going to do it?
None but thee, Jeff, none but thee.
Almost got hit by an El Camino the other day, actually. Apparently those things have really slow brakes. Or big air conditioners.
Outstanding. Will you be doing mushrooms or is this a straight alcohol job?
I always thought of Tom Tancredo as an AMC Pacer (the “terrarium on wheels”) with with an NRA sticker.
Of course, I get frequent headaches…
Wierd with a beard, man. I’ve got one o’ them bouncy-head Chihuahuas sitting on my desk.
Pay no attention to the armadillo-obsessed man, little Paco. He doesn’t mean you.
The ‘dillo?
I for one am looking forward to tomorrow.
I go to the polling place, sign the big book, enter the voting booth and vote straight Republican.
Then I have an (R)-gasm.
– Well, well, well…Looks like the Dems have trotted out their “go-to” guy, Al (global hot air) Gore, since Kerry did his Shovel in the mouth, new stand up schtick. Gore was at the Cardin campaign, trying to shore up Cardin’s flagging prospects after that “whats the Patriot act” gaffe in the debates with Steele the other day. Steele is coming on like a frieght train, and even Gore, who looked like death warmed over, soberly stated that: “It could all come down to this race whether we take back Congress, or not”.
– Meanwhile, Schumer was busy on capital hill today, downplaying the Dems position, and enumerating all the reasons of why the Dems have an “uphill battle”, and nothing “is assured” at this point. Worries over to much pre-celebrating maybe? So much for the “earth shaking” mandate….
– How are those drapes coming along Nancy?
– No matter what happens tomorrow, this is shaping up to be the weakest “mandate” in politics, in the last 100 years…..
I’ll take two reds, Jeff, if you got’em.
The blues are downers.
-Steve
The very earth itself hanging in the balance, and you can’t get serious for even one day. I fear if the brave, righteous, nuanced and reality-based don’t take make this country tomorrow, we likely won’t even be around in ‘08 for an election.
CHE-CHE!Can I borrow your daughter? I need someone to hug.
Yay, it’s Jeff!
If it gets tedious, turn it into a drinking game. Update us frequently on your progress. Add a Nyquil to the shot if there is a “pigs flying” moment.
How many Newtonian laws are deducible from the Tancredo combover’s frail clinging in distant eternal orbit around his head?
I think I got three.
I’d vote for Tancredo just for not following Jim Traficant’s example and wearing a dead badger on his head.
I applaud your initiative.
McGehee–
You’re not saying he should have worn a live badger, are you?
Just as a kind of teaser, Jeff, to what are you going to be comparing Lamont?
Lamont who? Sanford?
I can only say: WOOOOOT!
Oh, and thanks for the forgotten Sanford reference. It’s why I stick around.
You meant to compare Tom to a classically cool ‘60 with the fuzzy dice, not a lame-ass ‘79 with a bobble-head chihuahua like Traficant (well done there, McGehee).
You don’t slip up very often, Jeff, but that’s a really rookie mistake. Don’t let it happen again.
Heh. TW is real55. At least somebody around here is on the ball …
It would have been almost as entertaining as … well, as anything else Traficant ever did.
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I’ll arrange to have a large Santorum Balloon crash into a light standard outside the PA Republican HQ during an election update.
fyi – the person in the wheelchair below the lighting standard will be a stuntman hired for the occassion.
Oh Christ, BumperStickerist. Does the world really need another faux-bemused Althouse lecture? In addition to a Democratic Congress?
We’re on the verge of Planet of the Apes here. Metaphorically speaking. And here I am exposed, with nary a banana to speak of.
Jeff,
Maybe she is that bemused. Heh. Indeed.