A Prarie Home Conundrum
I'm giving up on the news. Not going anywhere near a radio or television. And limiting my internet travels to the personal, not the political. Close to 50% of my demographically significant countrymen still swallow with mind-numbing servility the idea that the Worst President Ever is somehow a "man of conviction, willing to make the tough decisions".
What, pray tell, is their threshold for failure? What besides a blowjob would elicit the slightest perturbation, let alone a demand for impeachment, in the flag-addled minds of these red state imbeciles?
I mean, how far do things have to go to get Garrison Keillor pissed off?
posted by C. JoDI at 10:48 AM
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Ouch. That Garrison Keillor rant had to be the most painful-to-read, well written rant I've read in a long time.
Excuse me while I go and try to drown my sorrows in scotch. Golliard would agree if only she hadn't stopped drinking. I'll have a drink for her. Meanwhile, pie is second best.
'mouse
I always heard is was "You don't change Dicks when you're getting screwed" from the old Nixon campaign. Or something like that.
I like it so much better when a president can get his rocks off the old fashioned way -- with an intern -- instead of the other old fashioned way -- by going out and killing people. Make love not war.
'mouse
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