Damn! News is not healthy.
Mercy! A while back, Crumby had taken sort of a vow not to watch the news ever again. Because the news is not healthy. But then the Secesh Booblican antics, now focused on Dogpatch, that kept filtering into Crumby’s noggin via accidental osmosis proved irresistible. And when our own Tejas Jefe, Reek, got involved, Crumby was hooked. Mercy! Crumby started paying attention to the dern news again. Dang!
Crumby still believes that ultimately, Jefe Reek, shall win the nomination. Even though, Reek, has now officially withdrawn from the race-baiting. But who knows. Anyway, here is the likely winning scenario for Reek.
The Newtster and the Mittster wind up deadlocked at the convention. Then what? The miserable Booblicans shall perhaps then turn to Reek (duh! obviously) as the only viable alternative liable to out debate the incumbent. Who, the incumbent,by the way, is both a super monopoly capitalist and imperialist just like all the Booblicans. Mercy!
Here’s a cool way out for our Jefe still winning the super nomination, and eventually, the major election in November. Like our Jefe once recalled publicly that Reek Santorum is a Papist. Well. That memory could come back eventually to haunt the Newtster, who, despite his endorsement by our Jefe, is also a Papist. Yes! Our Jefe shall eventually remember that Papist Newtster is liable to sell us (US) out to the Pope in Italy, quicker than a dead Kennedy. And this current Pope, what's his name, is not even Italian. Consider that! Mercy on us and especially me!
Say! Didn’t the Newtsters latest wife formerly enjoy a career in the moving pictures. Crumby, whose memory is semi-eidatic, seems to recall that Canasta played the alien beauty that seduced Martin Short’s character in the film version of Mars Attacks!. Goodness gracious! That was quite a role for the lovely Canasta.
But inevitably, Crumby can’t figure out why the Secesh of Dogpatch are always hollering about how they are better Americanos than anybody else. After all, they took up arms against the Union in defense of slavery. And how about those Morminks. Most of them were super ready to take up arms against the USA in defense of plural marriage, also known as polygamy. Course, in defense of the Morminks, a great many of those olden Jews, Solomon for example, were also for plural marriage. So no wonder the Morminks were hot to trot against the Union. Which would you rather? The USA or multiple, hot, young virgins in the boudoir, I mean bedroom. Hey! Where do we draw the line? Where? Especially considering the important doctrine of redemption. Where? Dern! Dang! Does redemption go for Morminks,too?Goodness gracious sakes alive!
Dang! Dern! Indeed! Well. In the evangelical world of instant absolution for those that weep on TV, any wickedness is probable.
OK. No matter how the greatest potential debate of this date in time during this particular year turns out, and no matter who wins Saturday. Crumby would like to thank the candidates, plus the elderly inhabitants of Dogpatch. A good time may have been had by all, eventually.
Crumby still believes that ultimately, Jefe Reek, shall win the nomination. Even though, Reek, has now officially withdrawn from the race-baiting. But who knows. Anyway, here is the likely winning scenario for Reek.
The Newtster and the Mittster wind up deadlocked at the convention. Then what? The miserable Booblicans shall perhaps then turn to Reek (duh! obviously) as the only viable alternative liable to out debate the incumbent. Who, the incumbent,by the way, is both a super monopoly capitalist and imperialist just like all the Booblicans. Mercy!
Here’s a cool way out for our Jefe still winning the super nomination, and eventually, the major election in November. Like our Jefe once recalled publicly that Reek Santorum is a Papist. Well. That memory could come back eventually to haunt the Newtster, who, despite his endorsement by our Jefe, is also a Papist. Yes! Our Jefe shall eventually remember that Papist Newtster is liable to sell us (US) out to the Pope in Italy, quicker than a dead Kennedy. And this current Pope, what's his name, is not even Italian. Consider that! Mercy on us and especially me!
Say! Didn’t the Newtsters latest wife formerly enjoy a career in the moving pictures. Crumby, whose memory is semi-eidatic, seems to recall that Canasta played the alien beauty that seduced Martin Short’s character in the film version of Mars Attacks!. Goodness gracious! That was quite a role for the lovely Canasta.
But inevitably, Crumby can’t figure out why the Secesh of Dogpatch are always hollering about how they are better Americanos than anybody else. After all, they took up arms against the Union in defense of slavery. And how about those Morminks. Most of them were super ready to take up arms against the USA in defense of plural marriage, also known as polygamy. Course, in defense of the Morminks, a great many of those olden Jews, Solomon for example, were also for plural marriage. So no wonder the Morminks were hot to trot against the Union. Which would you rather? The USA or multiple, hot, young virgins in the boudoir, I mean bedroom. Hey! Where do we draw the line? Where? Especially considering the important doctrine of redemption. Where? Dern! Dang! Does redemption go for Morminks,too?Goodness gracious sakes alive!
Dang! Dern! Indeed! Well. In the evangelical world of instant absolution for those that weep on TV, any wickedness is probable.
OK. No matter how the greatest potential debate of this date in time during this particular year turns out, and no matter who wins Saturday. Crumby would like to thank the candidates, plus the elderly inhabitants of Dogpatch. A good time may have been had by all, eventually.
posted by ray pistrum at Thursday, January 19, 2012
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