Well lucky thing we got in all that talk of revolution while the Lord and Master of the Universe and his dope of an AG don’t think they have the right to kill us with a Hellfire Missile from a drone. That’s comforting. Now, consider the Lord and Master’s rather quick and complete evolution on gay marriage. I’m still wondering if a chicken wire dome over the compound isn’t the way to go.
Rand Paul made a name for himself by asking if the administration could kill an American citizen who poses no imminent threat on US soil without due process. That question should have received a one answer immediately after it was asked the first time. No.
Because the administration refused to answer the question, Paul was asking the question over and over again for weeks. Ted Cruz hammered Eric the wad in hearings on the subject. I’d say Cruz made the wad look like a fool in the process, but the wad always looks like a fool because HE IS A FOOL.
So Rand Paul took to the floor of the senate and held it for nearly 13 hours bring attention to his cause. In the effort, Paul became an instant star. The next day LB and the wad caved and gave the one word answer Paul had sought.
While Paul was standing for the constitution, grumpy and grumpier old men Grahmnasty and McCainiac were sitting down to experience fine dining with LB at a D.C. hotel. With gullets full and in true Republi-Rat, ruling class fashion, the grump brothers emerged to mock Ron Paul. It’s absurd, the grumpmeisters assured us, to think LB would drop a Hellfire Missile on an American’s head from a drone.
Well, if it’s so absurd, why did it take weeks for the administration to say so? Seems to me if it were “absurd”, the question would have been answered to Paul’s satisfaction the first time it was asked in about ½ a second – “No.”
Instead Paul had to ask over and over for weeks and take the extraordinary step of asking it for 13 hours on the floor of the senate.
It’s obvious the brothers grump were afraid that Paul would cut into their near exclusive time as talking Republi-Rats on the Sunday talkers. They couldn’t risk that. So they set out to minimize Paul. In the process the only ones minimized were the grumpy ones.
Hugo Chaves to spend eternity with the smell of sulfur
Hugo Chaves assumed room temperature this week. Fine. Good riddance. I’m sure El Diablo has greeted him um, eh, warmly. I can hear Chaves now in Steve Carrel fashion, “It’s little hotter down here than I thought it would be.”
Nanny B-berg
If it weren’t so sad, this would be hilarious. While Nanny Bloomberg concentrates on the really important things affecting New Yorkers, salt, the size of their sodas, transfats and loud music, it turns out 80% of New York high schoolers can’t read. You can bet all 80% are LB voters. You can also bet Nanny and LB will be asking for more money to stem the tide of illiteracy in New York’s public schools.
That isn’t the most amazing thing about the article though. According to the article, apparently a lot of the 80% are going on to college. How is that even possible?
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