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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?
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Franken: On Nov. 3, breakfast
should 'taste like victory'
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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."
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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.
ReplyDeleteI 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
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.
ReplyDeleteStill, 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
Too bad Al, I want your oatmeal to taste like poison.
ReplyDeleteToo bad Al, I want your oatmeal to taste like ass.
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