Monday, October 06, 2008

Don't snivel, we just waxed the floors

So at what level of bagginess is that douchebag, New York Times
"columnist" William Kristol?

Pretty baggy:

I pointed out that Obama surely had a closer connection to the Rev.
Jeremiah Wright than to Ayers — and so, I asked, if Ayers is a legitimate issue,
what about Reverend Wright?



Holy shit, is he kidding or stupid? Don't answer that, he's obviously stupid. (And sloppy, yes. And a hack. And a fraud. And the head of Alfredo Garcia. And a partridge. In a pear. Tree.)
He really wants to take Sarah Palin there? He really wants her to go where this asshole's grinning skull is waiting for her? Really? As if she doesn't look ass-backwards and bumblefuck enough, Bloody Billl wants to open up the Muthee floodgates by letting her try to hammer Obama on Wright? Cause your column has his name in it, you know? Well, bring that nonsense on, Bill. Plus, your column sucks. Every week. Like clockwork it sucks. Suckwork.
This is a great strategy for the McCain campaign. They obviously can't talk about the economy, even though that's ALL PEOPLE CARE ABOUT YOU STUPID BLINDERS-WEARING DUMB-ASS WARTHOGS OF REPUBLICAN STUPIDITY, because McCain fucked that up over the course of the last two weeks but good, and their idea of making it a Culture War died when people heard Goddess Of The Hunt Sarah Palin actually talk in real time, away from her baby-seal-fur-lined-leather-gloved handlers. So they try to pivot back to the tap-dance terrorist team of Wright and Ayers, an issue that was vetted and found wanting back when Hillary Clinton tried it. And we all know Hillary Clinton is twice the man Bill Kristol is, not to mention twice the writer. I sure hope this is their idea of an October Surprise. Because if it is, we can bury the political career of Karl Rove, that pasty-ass motherfucker, for good.
Good.
Plus, Bill Kristol sucks.

1 Comments:

At 12:04 PM, Blogger Stuart Shea said...

Oh, a douchebag indeed. No more kid gloves for these fucks.

 

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