by Smitty
Via Gateway Pundit I am required to somehow feel sympathy for Jesse Jackson, Jr. Reading the Gospels, my personal reference point (Jesus) seemed to sort people into two groups:
- the hoi poloi, upon whom He poured endless compassion, and
- those who set themselves up in leadership positions, who were frequently on the receiving end of sentences beginning with “Woe unto you. . .”
Or maybe it’s my military experience. The further up the food chain you go, the less tolerance there is for screwing up. You live the example, or you get scuttled. Looking for sympathy? In the dictionary, between s**t and syphilis.
And maybe there is just a little angst in general, against not “the 1%”, (that ambiguous group of rich people at which #OccupyResoluteDesk thinks Americans should salivate when he rings his little class warfare bell) but rather this self-appointed quasi-aristocracy that thinks Americans are too stupid to merit the blessings of liberty which the Founders fought so hard to establish.
Jesse, bring forth therefore fruits meet for repentance, and I’ll cheerfully walk back my thoroughly negative opinion of your record. It would be a pleasure to see a public figure overcome the cranial rectalitis epidemic besetting our political class, and not be a waste of atmosphere. Oh, and tell your blowhard father it’s time to retire and quit stinkin’ up the joint with the race baiting.
Update: linked at American Glob.
Even if Junior were to be sincerely repentant of his corrupt and evil ways, it would not change what he has done.
I still think it is part of a scheme to plead diminished capacity in some way to avoid prison time. Harry Reid is watching the situation closely.
The apple does not fall far from the tree, Adjoran. His pappy is a major scammer, playing on his street cred as a former associate of Martin Luther King.
Junior does not have that card to play, so he has to fall back on old but reliable methods to gain sympathy.
Smitty:
I had not previously heard of the logistical positioning of the word “sympathy” in my Funk and Wagnalls and almost drenched my keyboard with liquid material as I enjoyed unconstrained laughter. Thanks for ending my day on a light note!
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Prison time for his racist overlords, you mean.
(Said in the voice of Fred Willard.)
No way they’d lock up Jesse’s son. Jesse held MLK as he lay dying, you know. ( Just like I was at the battle of Bunker Hill.)
It’s an old, vulgar family saying.
One I learned from my dad at a very young age and which comes in SO handy…thanks for the reminder!
Go, Navy!
As noted by the ever-timely Ace of Spaces:
Li’l JJ’s office says he’s being treated for a “mood disorder”. Turns out he’s not “in the mood” to go to jail.
Listening to a random selection of his and his daddy’s speeches would establish that defense.