The morning after...
Well…I think it’s a dark day for America, but, that’s just me, as Seinfeld said. A couple of my liberal friends missed a great chance to pick my pocket for that $100 bill I routinely bet on the wisdom of the American people.
I am looking forward to a great deal of cynical amusement…right up until the moment when people start dying. Al Qaeda has TV in their caves, and I can hear the celebratory AK-47s all the way down here in Georgia.
Those People are swearing they desire reconciliation and an end to partisan politics. Those vows will last until a certain wild-eyed harridan is installed as Speaker of the House. Then the truth will come out, in a blizzard of indictments, investigations, and governmental gridlock.
The only upside is that this Pyrrhic victory is a last hurrah. Two years; 24 months. People are going to die when the terrorists get cranked up and renew their assault on America. The record high stock market will collapse under Charlie Rangel’s new tax burdens. By the time 2008 rolls around, I expect the American people to have come to their senses and realized that Democrat socialism is not the way of the future. That $100 bill is still there.
Someone sent a succinct e-mail to FOX News this morning: “We’re doomed!”
I don’t know that I’ll take it that far. According to local referenda, I can smoke pot, but I can’t marry another man. (Eww! As my daughters would say.) I have chronic neuropathy in my legs, and stem cell research might help a bit, but the ethical considerations are over the top. I feel bad for Michael J. Fox, but not one fetus should be created and destroyed for our sake. My wheelchair works just fine, and I’d rather be a slave to this contraption for the rest of my life than live with fetal murder.
One bright light on the western horizon is that Der Arnold won reelection. We need to do away with that antiquated law about only natural-born citizens being eligible to election as president. I don’t think Old Europe is going to run a ringer in on us after 200 years, and I’m hard-pressed to think of anyone besides the Austrian movie star I’d rather have in the White House.
I hate it that people are going to die when the terrorists become emboldened by the liberal coup d’etat and make another run at America. Today’s Democrat victory may not be the end of the world; this is a strong nation, and we can survive two years of socialism.
This may work out in the long run. I want to see how Those People behave in the next two years. I don’t expect a great deal, and their “regime change” promises endless amusement until the next terrorist attack. Like a movie ticket, the tax increase may be worth the price of admission.
I am looking forward to a great deal of cynical amusement…right up until the moment when people start dying. Al Qaeda has TV in their caves, and I can hear the celebratory AK-47s all the way down here in Georgia.
Those People are swearing they desire reconciliation and an end to partisan politics. Those vows will last until a certain wild-eyed harridan is installed as Speaker of the House. Then the truth will come out, in a blizzard of indictments, investigations, and governmental gridlock.
The only upside is that this Pyrrhic victory is a last hurrah. Two years; 24 months. People are going to die when the terrorists get cranked up and renew their assault on America. The record high stock market will collapse under Charlie Rangel’s new tax burdens. By the time 2008 rolls around, I expect the American people to have come to their senses and realized that Democrat socialism is not the way of the future. That $100 bill is still there.
Someone sent a succinct e-mail to FOX News this morning: “We’re doomed!”
I don’t know that I’ll take it that far. According to local referenda, I can smoke pot, but I can’t marry another man. (Eww! As my daughters would say.) I have chronic neuropathy in my legs, and stem cell research might help a bit, but the ethical considerations are over the top. I feel bad for Michael J. Fox, but not one fetus should be created and destroyed for our sake. My wheelchair works just fine, and I’d rather be a slave to this contraption for the rest of my life than live with fetal murder.
One bright light on the western horizon is that Der Arnold won reelection. We need to do away with that antiquated law about only natural-born citizens being eligible to election as president. I don’t think Old Europe is going to run a ringer in on us after 200 years, and I’m hard-pressed to think of anyone besides the Austrian movie star I’d rather have in the White House.
I hate it that people are going to die when the terrorists become emboldened by the liberal coup d’etat and make another run at America. Today’s Democrat victory may not be the end of the world; this is a strong nation, and we can survive two years of socialism.
This may work out in the long run. I want to see how Those People behave in the next two years. I don’t expect a great deal, and their “regime change” promises endless amusement until the next terrorist attack. Like a movie ticket, the tax increase may be worth the price of admission.
posted by Robert at 7:03 AM
4 Comments:
"Those vows will last until a certain wild-eyed harridan is installed as Speaker of the House."
The aforementioned frightening creature will have to tone down her act, or face the inevitable consequences in the next big election. I'm sure you're familiar with what they say about leopards.
Anyway, what we have now is a "lame duck" Congress; can you say "veto"? I can...
It's a gloomy day here in NJ. It's raining, and that about matches my mood. I heard Chuckie Schmuckie's call for new civility... Yeah right, now that they want cooperation it's time for the Republicans to be "civil"... As if the Dems were civil for the last 10 years. Gimme a break!
(:D) Best regards my good man...
I have no civil redress for the next few years. I see nothting but doom and gloom; I am going to bed for the next two years. They win, they can have it. I will do a Rip Van Winkle and wake when thier walk in the sun is finished.
nothing; their
Bed for the next two years.
Bet me, I'm gone.
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