There's plenty of irony in all this. Once upon a time, the Left was supposed to care about the little guy, etc. Of course, it was always a pile of bs--what does "vanguard of the proletariat" mean, besides a self-appointed elite? But now it's becoming blindingly obvious that the Left is the party out to protect pinko Versailles against the stinking peasants.
Now, having said all that. of course I still prefer a mellifluous voice over a screechy one, a lissome body over a fatso one, someone with the analytical prowess of a Kraut or Gingrich or a Rove to someone who can't tell Cartesian logic from Rotter logic, etc, etc.
But hey, one can't have everything. So, in DE at least, we're stuck with a very imperfect candidate, despite all the rationalizations one can make. But look at the alternative: a self-described Marxist, who ran his county into the ground, piling up debt and whatnot.
Ah, but do they buy tar or cement or whatnot at Home Depot, like I do? Methinks they just yap, but don't actually stoop as low and work with their bare hands like I do, when the need arises--eg, when dozens of cracks in the driveway need to filled.
By the way, have you ever done manual work, Herr Rot? I mean, of the back-breaking sort?
Rotter girls wanna have some fun: One of my first dates with a witch was on a satanic altar, and I didn’t know it. I mean, there’s little blood there and stuff like that…. We went to a movie and then had a midnight picnic on a satanic altar.
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There's plenty of irony in all this. Once upon a time, the Left was supposed to care about the little guy, etc. Of course, it was always a pile of bs--what does "vanguard of the proletariat" mean, besides a self-appointed elite? But now it's becoming blindingly obvious that the Left is the party out to protect pinko Versailles against the stinking peasants.
Now, having said all that. of course I still prefer a mellifluous voice over a screechy one, a lissome body over a fatso one, someone with the analytical prowess of a Kraut or Gingrich or a Rove to someone who can't tell Cartesian logic from Rotter logic, etc, etc.
But hey, one can't have everything. So, in DE at least, we're stuck with a very imperfect candidate, despite all the rationalizations one can make. But look at the alternative: a self-described Marxist, who ran his county into the ground, piling up debt and whatnot.
Speaking of which, Boehner is not from Versailles, either. And he went to Xavier University. Which probably beats Dickinson, but not my much.
And, what's wrong with "tenured academics"? They do shop at Home Depot, don't they?
Yeah, those guys that gave talks last week are really great, Tecs.
They vote just like you and kvetch even better!
Ah, but do they buy tar or cement or whatnot at Home Depot, like I do? Methinks they just yap, but don't actually stoop as low and work with their bare hands like I do, when the need arises--eg, when dozens of cracks in the driveway need to filled.
By the way, have you ever done manual work, Herr Rot? I mean, of the back-breaking sort?
Rotter girls wanna have some fun: One of my first dates with a witch was on a satanic altar, and I didn’t know it. I mean, there’s little blood there and stuff like that…. We went to a movie and then had a midnight picnic on a satanic altar.
Tecs, You don't look at all like WFB. You look a lot more like this guy.
Now, I ain't sayin' there are any other similarities, but as far as resemblances to the famous are concerned, you're dead ringers for each other.
For starters, Barney would reach just about to my navel. And I don't scowl.
Twins.
I like WFB's panache. Even when riding a dinky moped on a Manhattan avenue, he looks dignified, yet cool. Eat your heart out, Herr Rot.
He looks constipated and scared of a little wind in his face, while riding a tricycle.
That's how his politics was too.
Jealous, jealous. Tecs wannabe explaining CDs.
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