Toe-tappin' Tom DeLay news
Break out the bubbly!
Am I dreaming? Who'd have thought the Shitbag King of Sugar Land would have a moment of clarity and resign before they could frog-march him out of the House? Maybe his attorneys advised him that he'd better get the hell out of there before throngs of bitter voters could throw him in the Potomac to see if he'd float. And he he hasn't uttered the usual tired lines about wanting to spend more time with his family yet, either. What's up with that?
Hell, never mind that for now. It's time for that happy dance up and down the hall, that spastic Charlie Brown jig in front of the boob tube. When he's high-fiving staff members in a receiving line on his way out the door, you know there's trouble ahead.
Pardon the obvious pun, but could the Hammer really be headin' for the slammer? I'm hoping that Jack Abramoff and Tony Rudy truly delivered the goods this time, enough to put this Texan turd-crawler behind bars, or at the very least, fire the final bullet into his political career for good, before he can inspire any similar misdeeds and the cancerous legacy of his ilk spreads any further. If DeLay's incarcerated, no doubt it'll be a Club Fed kinda scene for him, which sucks because I was praying in earnest for some honest-to-goodness prison justice, the kind that involves warnings about not dropping the soap in the shower.
He'll probably just get a slap on the wrist, yeah, but is it true that he kept his exterminator license current? That'd be brilliant for the rest of us - he could fumigate himself out of existence and we might be inclined to forgive him for his trespasses.
And little did DeLay know that his Oscar-worthy performance at last week's "War on Christians" conference in D.C. would be the perfect pre-show entertainment for all this. Now that must've been a hoot, what with him telling his fellow flock members that their religion was 'under attack,' and even better, the dimwitted organizer comparing DeLay's legal and ethical woes to – I shit you not - the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
It's enough to make you want to break out into that variation on Jeepers Creepers: "Jeezus, pleezus, don't you come and eat us..."
And how many of these convention-goers caught wind of that 2001 email sent by indicted former DeLay minion Michael Scanlon, citing how easy it should be to snag their 'wacko' vote? "The wackos get their information through the Christian right, Christian radio, mail, the Internet and telephone trees ... Simply put, we want to bring out the wackos to vote against something and make sure the rest of the public lets the whole thing slip past them."
Charming!
Right. I'll stop gloating now, because I've got to get back to my day job, and even with this, let's face it - nothing's going to change, is it? The Democrats still have no balls, and the Republicans still have yet to develop a conscience. It's just another day in America.
Am I dreaming? Who'd have thought the Shitbag King of Sugar Land would have a moment of clarity and resign before they could frog-march him out of the House? Maybe his attorneys advised him that he'd better get the hell out of there before throngs of bitter voters could throw him in the Potomac to see if he'd float. And he he hasn't uttered the usual tired lines about wanting to spend more time with his family yet, either. What's up with that?
Hell, never mind that for now. It's time for that happy dance up and down the hall, that spastic Charlie Brown jig in front of the boob tube. When he's high-fiving staff members in a receiving line on his way out the door, you know there's trouble ahead.
Pardon the obvious pun, but could the Hammer really be headin' for the slammer? I'm hoping that Jack Abramoff and Tony Rudy truly delivered the goods this time, enough to put this Texan turd-crawler behind bars, or at the very least, fire the final bullet into his political career for good, before he can inspire any similar misdeeds and the cancerous legacy of his ilk spreads any further. If DeLay's incarcerated, no doubt it'll be a Club Fed kinda scene for him, which sucks because I was praying in earnest for some honest-to-goodness prison justice, the kind that involves warnings about not dropping the soap in the shower.
He'll probably just get a slap on the wrist, yeah, but is it true that he kept his exterminator license current? That'd be brilliant for the rest of us - he could fumigate himself out of existence and we might be inclined to forgive him for his trespasses.
And little did DeLay know that his Oscar-worthy performance at last week's "War on Christians" conference in D.C. would be the perfect pre-show entertainment for all this. Now that must've been a hoot, what with him telling his fellow flock members that their religion was 'under attack,' and even better, the dimwitted organizer comparing DeLay's legal and ethical woes to – I shit you not - the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
It's enough to make you want to break out into that variation on Jeepers Creepers: "Jeezus, pleezus, don't you come and eat us..."
And how many of these convention-goers caught wind of that 2001 email sent by indicted former DeLay minion Michael Scanlon, citing how easy it should be to snag their 'wacko' vote? "The wackos get their information through the Christian right, Christian radio, mail, the Internet and telephone trees ... Simply put, we want to bring out the wackos to vote against something and make sure the rest of the public lets the whole thing slip past them."
Charming!
Right. I'll stop gloating now, because I've got to get back to my day job, and even with this, let's face it - nothing's going to change, is it? The Democrats still have no balls, and the Republicans still have yet to develop a conscience. It's just another day in America.
posted by No, You Can't Watch at 9:32 AM
1 Comments:
My only concern is that this just drives DeLay underground - where, in some greasy back room, he'll continue to grease the greasy wheels of the Republican K-Street Machine.
(with grease on it)
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