Y’all remember back when our friend and occasional snide commenter Glen Maxey wrote a book about his involvement with a reporter to uncover the rumors that Rick Perry has s-e-x with other men.

That reporter was Jason Cherkis of the Huffington Post.  And, it is the story that won’t go away.

Arianna Huffington killed the story right before the Huffington Post was ready to print it.  She was quoted as saying, “there was no there there.”

Apparently, however, it comes to light that there was something else there.

After Huffington Post reporter Jason Cherkis sent the Perry campaign a list of questions about alleged affairs with men, instead of answers it got a threat. Perry aide Ted Delisi said publishing a story like that would lead to Perry “owning a big chunk of AOL,” which owns the Huffington Post.

Color me shocked, just shocked that some big political wheeler dealer would use his clout to kill a story.

But, Rick Perry is not gay.

Thanks to Brian for the heads up.

Fabulous Mitt Romney quote about his wife’s recent airplane mishap —

“I appreciate the fact that she is on the ground, safe and sound. And I don’t think she knows just how worried some of us were,” Romney said. “When you have a fire in an aircraft, there’s no place to go, exactly, there’s no — and you can’t find any oxygen from outside the aircraft to get in the aircraft, because the windows don’t open. I don’t know why they don’t do that. It’s a real problem. So it’s very dangerous. And she was choking and rubbing her eyes. Fortunately, there was enough oxygen for the pilot and copilot to make a safe landing in Denver. But she’s safe and sound.”

First, he wants aircraft windows that will open?  Why?  So the dog can stick his head out and enjoy the breeze?  Dude, you can’t have aircraft windows that open.  Are you seriously nuts?  And if the cabin was on fire, I don’t think opening a window would exactly help.  You know what fire just loves?  The same things as humans – oxygen.

Besides, somewhere in Doggy Heaven, Semus is chuckling his butt off.

Thanks to Brian and Margie for the heads up.

Hey, Williamson County is very Republican – that’s why NO, Dammit! is winning.  “Get Off My Lawn!” is coming in a close second.

Thanks to John for the heads up.

Mitt Romney has an answer for the lame, the lost, and the last.  The damn emergency room, you fool.  After all, isn’t that what Jesus said to do?

Downplaying the need for the government to ensure that every person has health insurance, Mitt Romney on Sunday suggested that emergency room care suffices as a substitute for the uninsured.

“Well, we do provide care for people who don’t have insurance,” he said in an interview with Scott Pelley of CBS’s “60 Minutes” that aired Sunday night. “If someone has a heart attack, they don’t sit in their apartment and die. We pick them up in an ambulance, and take them to the hospital, and give them care. And different states have different ways of providing for that care.”

We have a county commissioner here in Fort Bend who calls himself a financial expert.  However, he is most often described as the only guy I know who will spend five dollars to save a dime.  So, now at least he’s not the only guy.  You can add Mitt Romney to that tinkered thinkin’.

Mitt, Darlin’, think this thing all the way through to the end, because saving a dime by not giving this guy blood pressure medicine makes us pay for a heart attack.  I don’t know this for a fact, but I’ve heard that heart attacks are way more expensive than Diovan.

I had occasion about a month ago to go to the emergency room of a local hospital on a Sunday night with some very frightening symptoms that, luckily, turned out to be a treatable condition.  I waited in a packed emergency room for 6 hours before seeing a doctor.  It was four hours before I even had my blood pressure and temperature taken.  Our emergency rooms in Texas are overwhelmed with the uninsured.

Mitt Romney does not have a clue how real life works.  When Mitt Romney needs health care, he just buys a hospital and then strips it down and sells it piece by piece when he gets well.

I think it’s real sweet that Mitt Romney wants Americans to get the most expensive heath care available – emergency rooms.  But, I think what they really want is the far cheaper thing called “health care.”

Okay, out in West Texas it is said that there are water wells so deep that you have to strain the rice out before you can drink it.

Mitt Romney’s campaign is now straining the rice out.  You cannnot go deeper and lower than he’s gone.

He is sashaying out Phil Gramm.  Paul Krugman explains.

But what really boggles my mind is the Romney campaign’s evident belief that it gains credibility by rolling out Phil “Mental Recession” Gramm as a spokesman. Gramm is best known these days for dismissing the risks to the economy when a recession was already underway and a catastrophic crisis was just around the corner, meanwhile denouncing us as a “nation of whiners”.

So, you’ve got a guy who thinks we’re whiners because we won’t buck up and take the economic beating he and his friends have given this country.  A guy who could very well be heading to prison for helping rich dudes (yeah, I’m looking at you, Mitt Romney) illegally hide money while he was vice-chair of the Swiss Bank, UBS.

What?  This is hush-attention?  Phil Gramm will keep his mouth shut about Romney’s hidden money if Romney lets him screw this country one more time?

Seriously, Romney.  You need a big ole mug of reality.

Seriously.

Thanks to Tony C for the heads up.

Okay, so when Rick Perry first ran for President and scored a perfect 10 in the Damfool Event in a field of damfool experts, they tried to say that he wasn’t on drugs, that he was actually just that ignorant and crazy.

People still suspected drugs because the perfect 10 had never been reached before, even by Fred Thompson.

So, now they are saying that he was so goofy because he has sleep apnea – something that probably went undiagnosed for a decade or more.

Okay. Chronological excuses for Rick Perry being a damfool.  First, not drugs.  Second, sleep apnea.  Third … oops.

Damfool.