Sunday, February 28, 2010
Rot's sweeatheart comes on fiery
Lytle is a blink-and-you'll-miss-it kind of town, one of hundreds that dot the vast flat ranchlands of southern Texas. A smear of houses by the main highway between San Antonio and Laredo. Watch out, Rot. She's coming for you!
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She's one of yours, Tecs. Birther certificate and all!
She's as Tejas as Tejas gets. You dissin' your 'hood, Vindobonensis?
We got all kinds in Texas, my boy. We don't have the inbred idiocy-focussing breeding habits taught in your Massachusetts boarding schools down in the southwest.
You just jealous of the cut of the lad's hijab
Ah, Tecs, you wackos get so picky about your sects.
AA, wonderful pun.
But AA, are you sure Bill Clinton wouldn't jizya like he did Monica?
I'm getting the upper cut here.
Just pay.
For what? You should pay, for mixing birthers with truthers. Like, can't you tell the difference between Orly Taitz and Noam Chomsky? I mean, duhh.
O-r-l-y?
Yes, that's her name. Gal from Chişinău. Herr Rot brought her up, in an apparent effort to prop up the sagging campaign of Jean-Francois Mac. It's a long story.
The plot thickens: Herr Rot is pulling hard for Farouk Shami.
Good newspaper. The whole left column was a reminder of who we'd be supporting if we pulled for Kerry in 04, Obama in 08, or the birthin' truthin' Tea Partyers now. Like Tecs.
Aahhh, Tejas.
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