Profoundly Unserious Watch
As we await results from around the country during the next few hours, here's a post over at the Corner that cracked me up:
Subject: George Allen on John Riggins Show [Rich Lowry]He makes football picks. Is this the age of low expectations or what?
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Rich –
I know George Allen is not the inside-the-Beltway conversative’s cup of tea. But you got to love the fact that he is currently stumping on the John Riggins radio show (as well as making his weekly football picks as he has since the start of the season). Unfortunately, he never got a chance to show this true self but he really comes off well in this environment.
posted by The Cunning Realist at Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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. . . and leaves his subordinates to make the harassing phone calls.
Allen is loathesome to a degree even the rankest Republicans rarely approach.
He hung Riggins by his ankles over Niagra Falls until he relented to letting him on the show. Either that or he threatened to punch his girlfriend out.
If he's any good at the football picks, maybe ESPN will give him a job (since at this hour it looks like, come January, he'll need one). Hopefully it wouldn't end in such disgrace as the attempt with that Limbaugh character. Most likely though, they'd get fired for the same kind of thing.
1) "You must admit"
2) "You gotta love"
3) "You can't deny"
See also oaths that checks are in the mail, governmental employees jump into the middle of your program and bring things to a screeching halt in order to help you, and the age-old pledge not to dispose of unexpected surpluses in excess saline "liquidity" in a socially irresponsible manner.
The applesauce-sucking Confederate flag fans are content and at rest. It's the backwash, the people who think a feeding tube bolted to a rutabaga is more Christlike than twelve hours of electricity a day for six months in the Red Zone, who are likely to lose their happy thought when they see the Insta-Count-R(tm) Model 51v49 vote tabulation mainframes' definitive election results when they wake up tomorrow morning.
Do you suppose anyone EVER counted the ballots after the "E for Elector" anti-heroes cast their populist-proof votes and then headed for home, by the way? Anyone would think this was a piece of Marxist-Leninist sabotage dreamed up by FDR instead of having been deliberately written into the "Damn Piece of Paper" by "Big Gay" Al Hamilton and his homies. Every four years the concept of the electoral college comes as a giant surprise. Why not? Anyone can blow the cover of a NOC responsible for tracking the Islamic Bomb, but I'd give a roll of silver dimes to anyone who can name ten "electors" and the precincts from which they vote for dog catcher. A dozen grand jury members wins you a tube sock full of Kennedy half-dollars. Step right up, citizens of a representative democracy! Pluck that low-hanging fruit!
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