Just when you thought you had something golden, some mug pulls the rug out from under you. The master of political innuendo, Rod Blagojevich, blabbed his conniving ass off during wire-tapped conversations intercepted by the FBI making Federal Prosecuter, Patrick Fitzgerald’s hair catch on fire. The Senate seat in question is now on E-Bay awaiting auction.
A small 6.7 temblor was felt throughout Illinois, thought to be caused by Lincoln spinning in his grave.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
This is the kind of shit that makes me sick. The Speaker of the House and the House Majority Leader pontificating on who they are going to hold accountable for what, never mind why. And not only that. Amidst a chorus of WTF, Harry Reid pronounces that, now that the Congress has it’s new air-conditioning system (which came in at something like $3 million over budget) in place he no longer has to suffer the malodorous tourists visiting his holy seat in the hallowed halls of the U.S.lawmakers. Imagine that. Harry thinks the public stinks.
Meanwhile, gutless, no, she has a gut and a rather bloated one. (She is an old harpy who’s trying to maintain her youthful appearance with face-lifts and body wraps). Let’s say, spineless Nancy, is pledging to hold accountable the Big Three Auto Makers for the money congress might lend them. I said, lend them. Which implies they are pledging to pay it back. Why she would do this when she has acquiesced and shirked every other challenge she could have performed as her public, nay, congressional duty?
I'll clue you in. She likes Washington and she likes the power she has garnered. She played Bush like a violin and now is trying to continue playing her constituency and the American people. It’s time to send her a message. Oh, yeah. Send one to Harry too. Something has been rotten in Washington since he got there. He stinks.