Certain commenters seem a bit exercised that I’ve been so mean to GiGi, so I’d like to make it up with a big, musical group hug. And what could say Greenwald better than Rod McKuen and Oliver?
Gleen, Gleen, Feingold has read
From your blog on the screen
And the Senators know
How you touched him, and so
You’re famous and stuff, darling Gleen
Gleen, Gleen, you’ve written a book
Some of the wingnuts were mean
So run, if you will, to the top of the hill
I won’t kick you down, bonnie Gleen
Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
When the sun comes a-singin’ I’ll still be waitin’
For Gleen, Gleen, roses are red
And all of the pinkos gone green
While the hills are ablaze with the moon’s yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Gleen
(Gleen, Gleen)
Gleen, you’re still in Brazil!!
Come out of your sock-puppet dream
And run, if you will to the top of the hill
Come into my arms, bonnie Gleen
Now that’s an apology. If you’re not forgiven, I don’t know what else you could do.
Well, except for a reacharound seeing as how you’ve got him in your arms an all… just saying.
Heeheee.
If anyone actually called you mean (and I have not read the comments yet) that is just hysterical.
I have to wonder if they read thru Gigi’s entire post. I did and I have the dead brain cells to prove it!
I imagine he had to have two attendants present. One to wipe the spittle that must have been so profuse as to interfere with his breathing and the other to monitor his blood pressure.
I bet he was wearing a super-cape also.
Though the Iraqis seem to have found Capt. Hussein, GiGi’s hypothetical boyfriend remains MIA.