by Smitty
I have never witnessed a bigger convocation of hams, gigolos, end-of-careerists, unholy rollers, decaf Bolsheviks, infanticide fans, wholesale cutpurses, mythomaniacs, estrogen-obsessed juanita-one-notes, common frauds, philanderers, race-baiters and 10th-percentile IQs as I saw on display at this year’s Democratic National Convention. If the Mental Health Association of Central Carolina wasn’t there in force, handing out brochures and coupons, then it missed a great opportunity.
For some reason I can’t help hearing that in Obi-wan Kenobi’s voice, as though he’s speaking of Mos Eisley.
I was not able to endure watching more than a few minutes at a time of the DNC, and that infrequently. What I did see reminded me strongly of the bar scene from Star Wars.
Speaking of Obi-wan, seeing Bill Clinton speaking makes me think of another Star Wars scene, although slightly altered using Obama’s voice: “Help me Bill Clinton, you’re my only hope”; “help me Bill Clinton, you’re my only hope”; “Help me…..
Thanks for the link!
It reminded me of the patients in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest.
While waiting for my first Post-op Xrays, I saw a bit of the DNC when Ted Strickland (Epic Fail OH) who was a pathetic Congressman and even sadder failure as Governor tell the world about Romney and how he should have all his money onshore, instead of the Caymans and other safer places. I didn’t watch anymore. It could only get worse from there.
How you doing, QM?