Archive for September, 2010
Twenty One Pages. No Answers.
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“Good Lord, God Hisownself only had Ten Commandments. The Declaration of Independence is on one page. But, the GOP takes 21 pages to explain how they are going to totally screw the middle class,” Juanita stomps this morning.
“They don’t get around to explaining how you keep the Paris Hilton Tax Breaks while reducing the deficit. Isn’t that what got us into this mess in the first place?”
“They do not say what they are going to cut, but John Boehner drolls every time he looks at Social Security and Medicare.”
“And while they say that they are not concerned about social issues, hidden in the 21 pages is this sucker:”
We pledge to honor families, traditional marriage, life, and the private and faith-based organizations that form the core of our American values.
Juanita is perplexed. “They had 8 years to do those things and they didn’t do it. They are not going to do it now. They’re just using this stuff to raise money.”
“This is just my idea. Nobody else may agree with me,” Juanita admits. “However, I think the Tea Party should quit using tea bags for their symbol. They should get a nose ring. They are being led around by the nose so they might as well just fess up to it. Besides, it’s make those old farts look more hip.”
“The GOP can take their 21 pages and file it where they filed the last contract with America – in the defeat box.”
Austin, Here I Come!
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If you’re like Juanita and know full well that if you left town for a few days on the weekend before election, several local candidates would come pee in your swimming pool, check out tacky romance novels from the library under your name, and maybe even take you off their Tupperware Party list, then I have a solution for you —
There is going to be a Rally to Restore Sanity in Austin.
In my mind, I’m already there.
I don’t think there’s a lot of details yet, but they do have a Facebook page.
I can get to the rally and then get home in time to do a little block walking – which I will need after a required trip to Stubbs and then over to Ironworks for a to-go bag.
If anybody else wants to go, we’ll try to find a meeting place.
The Best Sign Vendor Money Can Buy
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Our Republican County Judge, who is a wholly owned subsidiary of all the developers and vendors in the county, has himself a Jim Dandy political sign.
Click the little one to get the full scope of the ugliest damn political sign in 20, 30 years.
“Yes, it is at a place that sells dirt and manure. And it’s the worse smelling thing on the block,” Juanita says. “Honey, it’s so ugly that your clothes droop when you walk by.”
“It’s as ugly as grandpa’s toenails,” Thelma starts. “It’s ugly as hammered manure. It’s ugly enough to scare bedbugs. It looks like something the cat drug in and the dog won’t eat. It’s ugly enough to …..”
“We get it, Thelma,” everybody said.
“Well,” Thelma added, “at least he won’t have to worry about anybody stealing them.”
“You’d think with all that vendor money he gets, he’d hire an artist. Or at least somebody who isn’t color blind.”
How Stupid Do You Have To Be To Work For a Republican United States Senator?
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Apparently, very.
Yesterday, the LGBT rights blog Joe My God reported that a reader called “Jimmy” left a comment on a blog post about the the DADT cloture vote that said, “All faggots must die.” According to the blog’s author Joseph Jervis, the commenter’s IP address appeared “to resolve to the neighborhood of GOP U.S. Sen. Saxby Chambliss’ Atlanta office” and that the internet service provider is “United States Senate.” Jervis later reported that a reader suggested that the comment may have also come from Sen. Johnny Isakson, Georgia’s other GOP senator, because their offices are in the same area.
Luckily, stupid and hateful sometimes walk hand-in-hand.
No Squirrel in This Tree
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Okay, so we know that Juanita is not an enormous fan of Harry Reid, something she admitted to this morning.
But yesterday, this came to the home of Susan’s Bubba.
It starts out, “If you’re the Republican I’ve been told you are, then I need you to find your checkbook right now….”
Sharron, Babe, you keep right on throwing that money down this rabbit hole. You’d think they could weed-out a triple D, a Democratic donor, a Democratic precinct chair, and a member of the State Democratic Executive Committee — especially if they’re all the same person. That’s what you’d think. And, you’d think wrong.
Sharron Angle is an idiot. We’ll send Harry a check.