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Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Take that you mangy cur
You know, I almost felt sorry for W last night. Not because Michelle Bachmann in her off-virgin off-white suit was fondling him like he was a German chancellor. I felt sorry for him because for at least part of the speech he looked like a beaten dog, a man who knew he was done for and there was not a damn thing he could do about it but try to run out the clock without having to actually concede. But then I realized that for him running out the clock meant stalling the pullout in Iraq until the photos of helicopters plucking people off the roof of the US embassy came on the next guy's watch. And that of course means the needless loss of thousands more American troops and hundreds of billions dollars. At that point I just wanted to give the mutt one more good kick. [Sorry about the metaphor, Spot.]
Labels: Bush, foreplay, Iraq, Michele Bachmann
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