Living in the Dope's bizzaro world

The Dear Douche promised eight times on tape – not even crafty lying sacks of warm crap like Bobby Gibbs, Peloser and Slow Joe can deny it – to televise live on C-Span debate on Dear-Dope-a-care. That ain’t gonna happen. Primarily because there will be no debate. A bunch of brain-dead Demo-Dopes will pay each other off behind closed doors. Then they will declare victory for the American people – who oddly oppose Dope-a-care by about a 60-40 margin.

The closed door nature of Demo-Dope bribes gives rise to another Demo-Dope delusion of grandeur, this time from the Botox Queen Peloser. Madam Clueless said with a straight face – but maybe only because that’s how it frozen so many years ago – that the Dope-a-care debate has been open. Mind you the whole Nelson bribe and buy off as well as the final structure of the senate version of Dope-a-care was conducted out of public sight in Chief Weasel Harry Reid’s office.

By “open process” maybe Clown Prince Harry and Queen Botox were talking about "open" Scotch bottles. So Peloser’s comments would really sound like this. “This is the most open Scotch Bottles ever in the history of congress.” If you think calling Demo-Dopes drunken fools for their handling of Dear-Dope-a-care is a joke, look at this. They actually are drunken fools.

But hey it’s a bizzaro world. The Dear Dope reneges on a promise to put Dope-a-care debate on C-Span, the Botox Queen insists the process is open when the exact opposite is true, Janet Incompetono and Bobby from Deliverance Gibbs insists that “the system” worked when it allowed a crazed jihadi to board an airplane Christmas day with a bomb in his underwear, Slow Joe insists that the stimulus – which was to keep unemployment under 8% -is working as unemployment creeps past 10%, the Shrillda Beast keeps drawing new lines in the sand for Iran to stop its nuclear program which Iran immediately sprints past without notice and worse of all Dopeulus Maximus’ response to every one of his screw ups – even a year in - is to blame Bush.

What a weak pathetic jug eared D-O-P-E.

Here’s what’s really important today though:

In anticipation of the big game tonight, certain personnel at the Andy-on-Call in Birmingham, AL will be nervous wrecks today. Fingernails have already been chewed down past the bone. Phones will go unanswered as the paranoid staff pace to and fro wondering if Mark Ingram can break the bowl game Heisman curse. Roofers will show up for plumbing jobs while A-O-C’s crack (butt crack that is) plumbers are dispatched to fix granny’s faulty electrical switch. It might be the perfect day to call in pretending to be Nick Saben and ask the secretary her advice on containing Texas QB Colt McCoy.

Roll Tide.