Saturday, October 30, 2010

Al Franken is a Liar

What's that stink?
When you can smell chutzpah

Franken Stinks Up Da Joint

Oatmeal in the morning?  Al Franken stole the senate seat he occupies.  Did it quite publicly, and unashamedly.  I tasted bile the next morning.   Which is why I've reacted this way to a  fundraising letter he sent out yesterday.  I mean, come on.  His colleagues must know.  They must wish he'd STFU.  Wouldn't you?

Franken: On Nov. 3, breakfast should 'taste like victory'

In one scenario, Franken wrote, it's "8 a.m. You stumble out of bed. Make some oatmeal. Turn on the TV to find out what happened in that Senate race, the one that was too close to call all night. But you gave $5 to the DSCC … And, lo and behold, your favorite Democrat ... pulled it out by a few votes. Oatmeal never tasted so sweet."

"But there’s another way it could go," he went on. "8 a.m. Oatmeal. TV. But in this example, you DIDN’T give to the DSCC. And, by a few hundred votes, some Tea Party extremist is now a U.S. Senator-elect — and Republicans have captured the majority. How’s that oatmeal taste now?"

"On November 3, I don’t want my oatmeal to taste like regret. I want my oatmeal to taste like victory."



4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Life really is like that 'for want of a nail' story. If Coleman's lawyers had contested all those 'votes' from the get-go, maybe he'd have pulled it out, and we'd not have had the 60D Senate. Ditto Mr Alaska and his smelly remodeling deal that was 'dismissed' after the election.
I could go on, but the whole thing goes back to HRC not letting WJC get any, leading to Monica leading to impeachment leading to ignoring stuff such as Bin Laden leading to 9/11... At least it makes a good story...
tomw

Anonymous said...

I remember seeing this ape-like creature darting through the crowd at the '96 Republican National Convention. Yes, he was there. The Lord only knows why. He was decidedly out of place. Of course the crowd was full of those looking for a free lunch, Jim Brown the surly running-back for life and bad actor, Hizzoner the Mayor for life of DC whose name escapes me now, and poor Sonny Bono who was more of a rock star than he had ever been, and well past his ex-husband of Cher for life status. He wasn't enjoying the adulation. He was over fame.

Still, that lisping shit from MN stuck out in the crowd, moving as if he knew if he slowed down he'd get the shit beat out of him. Let's hope someone less even tempered than myself catches up with him, soon. In the right circumstance, a rope would be in order.

Casca

Cheesy said...

Too bad Al, I want your oatmeal to taste like poison.

Anonymous said...

Too bad Al, I want your oatmeal to taste like ass.

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