Murtha don't take no mess
John Murtha is the sunshine of my life today, the ‘hero’ Bette Midler sings about in that goddamned song that I’ve never gotten all the way through.
John Murtha is the Bombay Sapphire-soaked olive in my martini, making me want to do that little happy dance up and down the hall.
John Murtha has injected a much-needed spark of dignity back into the Democrat party.
John Murtha will be the shining star of this Sunday’s morning news shows.
John Murtha is one baaaaaad muthaphukkah!
Meanwhile, to no one’s surprise, hearing the reaction from the other camp has cinched it for me once again: that with the exception of John McCain, today’s strain of D.C. Republican is a virulent one indeed.
I mean, how dare some twice-wounded and decorated Vietnam veteran advocate a U.S. withdrawal from Iraq, when back in the days of blurred and bamboozled reasoning, he’d given two thumbs up to sending troops there in the first place? The nerve! How dare he change his mind! What the hell could he possibly teach people about modern warfare? And just what kind of flip-floppin’, wing-nut Robert Byrd crap is he trying to pull here, anyway?
Nobody’s perfect, OK? Like it or not, even Democrats have their shitty moments. For one thing, their silence has been deafening lately, not to mention deadly. But today, could it be that we’re hearing the collective sound of tiny, mincy balls trying to squeeze out of their painfully small nut-sack here?
Watching the bodies piling up and $8 billion a month flying out the window couldn’t be all laughs, I suppose.
John Murtha is the Bombay Sapphire-soaked olive in my martini, making me want to do that little happy dance up and down the hall.
John Murtha has injected a much-needed spark of dignity back into the Democrat party.
John Murtha will be the shining star of this Sunday’s morning news shows.
John Murtha is one baaaaaad muthaphukkah!
Meanwhile, to no one’s surprise, hearing the reaction from the other camp has cinched it for me once again: that with the exception of John McCain, today’s strain of D.C. Republican is a virulent one indeed.
I mean, how dare some twice-wounded and decorated Vietnam veteran advocate a U.S. withdrawal from Iraq, when back in the days of blurred and bamboozled reasoning, he’d given two thumbs up to sending troops there in the first place? The nerve! How dare he change his mind! What the hell could he possibly teach people about modern warfare? And just what kind of flip-floppin’, wing-nut Robert Byrd crap is he trying to pull here, anyway?
Nobody’s perfect, OK? Like it or not, even Democrats have their shitty moments. For one thing, their silence has been deafening lately, not to mention deadly. But today, could it be that we’re hearing the collective sound of tiny, mincy balls trying to squeeze out of their painfully small nut-sack here?
Watching the bodies piling up and $8 billion a month flying out the window couldn’t be all laughs, I suppose.
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