What kind of riots will happen if Obama gets beat:
At the thanksgiving dinner young jews will yell at their grandparents who will yell back. An elderly mensch will say, "And did you see it, what a tukas on his wife? It was on the Daily Show.”
They will weep at Whole Foods, in the waiting rooms of BMW repair shops, at the finest fair trade organic coffee bars and other hang outs of rootless yuppie scum.
True progressives will survive and go on to fight the good fight and visit their shrinks more often.
The blame will fall totally on red neck white trash voters and Sarah Palin.
Nobody in East LA will give a damn.
Bah'ney F'wank will yell wac'ism, it was wacism. Always wac'ism.
Nancy Pelosi will give her usual Margaret Dumont shrug and keep the liberal dinner party going with more organic Pinot Gregio.
Hillary will think but not say, "Well, you fools could have nominated me."
Bill Clinton will say, "Yeah, well, you know it's not that ah didn't see it comin' right at 'um, but them know it all Chicago thugs, they wouldn't
listen."
On MSNBC it will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Rachel Meadow will wear a perky red Cindy McCain dress and transform into a lip stick Lesbian. The O man will go back sports. Chris Matthews will tell us his legs were not tingling, really.
Larry King will say, "Oh yeah, McCain, the short one. He won, 'eh?"
Black kids will riot and beat up a few Latino and Asian kids since no white kids actually go to school with them.
Rev. Jesse and Rev. Al will say Obama was just too "white." Sure he could shoot hoops, but you never ever saw him in a do rag.
In the Senate, the Democratic leadership announces they will never confirm Joe the Plumber’s nomination as Secretary of Commerce. Then they will throw Joe Lieberman out of their caucus.
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Monday, October 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Who is Bill Ayers? I refer you to Gossip Girl.
Who is Bill Ayers?
Is he a pal or just another guy in Mr. Obama's
neighborhood?
The short answer is he was a real and leading domestic terrorist, of the mad bomber subspecies, in the late 1960's and early 1970's. He was one of the weathermen, a hyper radical infantile Marxist group, who chanted
"Power to the People" (Don't you love it) wore jeans and tie dyed shirts, didn't shave or wash much and burned with political ambition.
Their name came from a Bob Dylan song, the one that says the times they are a changin' and you don't have to a weatherman to see it. (Forgive me but this brings back memories of the sixties: the feel and the smell of marajuana, the goofie certitude, condomless sex, head lice and odd rashes.)
Now the one little kicker to the Weathermen, as opposed to other New Left groups and luntic collectives of those days, was the social position of most of their members. This is where GOSSIP GIRL comes in because most of the Weathermen/women were debutantes and assorted other rich kids. Bill Ayers's Daddy was the Chairman of Board of Con Edison, New York City's power company.
Do you understand that? We are talking Blair Waldorf plus Chuck Bass plus plastique explosives. We are talking upper east side Marxists, like think about that. Debutantes and Molotov Cocktails. Debutantes in jeans and Bergdorf Goodman blouses talking about "offing pigs and racists." It was the sort of leftist operations where people would say things like, "Have we been introduced?" or "Were you in the Hamptons last summer?" Ah, they were so Junesse d'ore.
So there we are, the cast is insufferable queen bee bitch deb's and WASP princesses like Blair Waldorf and selfish spoiled brat rich cad's like Chuck Bass. They planted bombs, but they were not that good really. Not as good as Ted Krysinsky -- UC Berkeley Math Wiz and real mad bomber. They were not as good at as Tim McVey a shanty Mick with USArmy ordinance training.
Beside the buildings and relatively small number of victims of the Weathermen, there is that totemic achievement. They were plotting away in a posh upper east side town house one afternoon, no doubt drinking Veuve Cliquot champaigne and gossiping as they assembled their bombs and I guess one of them crossed the wrong color wires on a detonator. Well,
that was it! KABOOOOOOOOOOOM and they blew the townhouse and half the block to smithereens. They never found much but stray pieces of three debutantes and their Marxist beaux and boyfriends. Power to the People and there was a huge crater in the middle of a very "A" list neighborhood. Anyway, that is the story of Bill Ayers and the Weathermen.
XOXO
Pretend this was read in a wonderfully arch voice by the lovely Kristin Bell.
Is he a pal or just another guy in Mr. Obama's
neighborhood?
The short answer is he was a real and leading domestic terrorist, of the mad bomber subspecies, in the late 1960's and early 1970's. He was one of the weathermen, a hyper radical infantile Marxist group, who chanted
"Power to the People" (Don't you love it) wore jeans and tie dyed shirts, didn't shave or wash much and burned with political ambition.
Their name came from a Bob Dylan song, the one that says the times they are a changin' and you don't have to a weatherman to see it. (Forgive me but this brings back memories of the sixties: the feel and the smell of marajuana, the goofie certitude, condomless sex, head lice and odd rashes.)
Now the one little kicker to the Weathermen, as opposed to other New Left groups and luntic collectives of those days, was the social position of most of their members. This is where GOSSIP GIRL comes in because most of the Weathermen/women were debutantes and assorted other rich kids. Bill Ayers's Daddy was the Chairman of Board of Con Edison, New York City's power company.
Do you understand that? We are talking Blair Waldorf plus Chuck Bass plus plastique explosives. We are talking upper east side Marxists, like think about that. Debutantes and Molotov Cocktails. Debutantes in jeans and Bergdorf Goodman blouses talking about "offing pigs and racists." It was the sort of leftist operations where people would say things like, "Have we been introduced?" or "Were you in the Hamptons last summer?" Ah, they were so Junesse d'ore.
So there we are, the cast is insufferable queen bee bitch deb's and WASP princesses like Blair Waldorf and selfish spoiled brat rich cad's like Chuck Bass. They planted bombs, but they were not that good really. Not as good as Ted Krysinsky -- UC Berkeley Math Wiz and real mad bomber. They were not as good at as Tim McVey a shanty Mick with USArmy ordinance training.
Beside the buildings and relatively small number of victims of the Weathermen, there is that totemic achievement. They were plotting away in a posh upper east side town house one afternoon, no doubt drinking Veuve Cliquot champaigne and gossiping as they assembled their bombs and I guess one of them crossed the wrong color wires on a detonator. Well,
that was it! KABOOOOOOOOOOOM and they blew the townhouse and half the block to smithereens. They never found much but stray pieces of three debutantes and their Marxist beaux and boyfriends. Power to the People and there was a huge crater in the middle of a very "A" list neighborhood. Anyway, that is the story of Bill Ayers and the Weathermen.
XOXO
Pretend this was read in a wonderfully arch voice by the lovely Kristin Bell.
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