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Strictly As A Thought Experiment
by Smitty
Say there was a dynamic candidate with a, call it ‘reasonable’, shot at a major party nomination.
Say that candidate got the impression that a fix was in already for that nomination, and all of the debates and polls and flesh pressing were really just so much dog and pony.
Say that candidate mounted a third party run.
What is the over-under on head ‘splosions among the Ruling Class Overlords?
Paco Enterprises Gets Protest Management
by Smitty
Paco strikes again:
“I regret to inform you, sir, that a mob of Bolsheviks and anarchists has foregathered in front of Paco Tower, under the auspices of the notorious “Occupy” movement. They seem to be clamoring for the overthrow of – forgive me for repeating something so vile, Mr. Paco – for the overthrow of capitalism. And in your own person, they apparently think they have found a highly symbolic target. The crowd is heaping obloquy on your head, and they are preparing to burn you in effigy. I sincerely fear pillage and mayhem.”
Come for the prose, stay for the punch line.
Would The Golfer In Chief Pose For Such A Shot?
by Smitty (via Gerard)
It says a great deal that Bush himself condescends to hang out with the enlisted guys who were permanently harmed on his watch.
It says far more that the guys harmed on Bush’s watch really want to hang out with him.
It’s not on Intrade, but I doubt the question posed in the title would get into double digits.
Breakfast of the Apocalypse
Unless you’re fortunate enough to live in one of the six states (Pennsylvania, Virginia, Maryland, West Virginia, Ohio and North Carolina) that have Sheetz stores, you don’t know what you’re missing. Sheetz is a chain of 400 convenience stores that offer a made-to-order fast food menu of such awesomeness words can’t quite describe it.
Mrs. Other McCain abandoned us this weekend to attend a Christian women’s retreat in Ohio, so it was just my two youngest sons and me. (She took the baby daughter with her, and the 19-year-old twin sons fend for themselves.) This morning I made a run to Sheetz to pick up three breakfast “Shmuffinz” prepared my special way, with egg, steak, pesto and mozzarella cheese.
After placing the order, I paid at the register, then waited until they called my number. That’s when I looked at my ticket and saw . . .
Candid Neo-Commie
by Smitty
Doubling down on the holy-cow commentary of Bev Perdue, we have Peter Funt, son of Alan, appearing at The Moderate Voice:
Despite nagging evidence to the contrary, Ralph Nader is basically a smart guy. Certainly he’s aware of the damage he wrought in 2000 by taking enough votes from Al Gore to hand the presidency to George W. Bush. So, you would assume he would never again gamble with the nation’s highest office.
But Nader is back, telling anyone with a microphone that he’d like a clutch of Democrats, perhaps a half-dozen, to challenge President Obama for the 2012 nomination. Nader doesn’t plan to run himself; in fact, he claims he doesn’t want any of his Trojan candidates to actually win the nomination. All he wants is a good brawl in the form of pre-convention debates.
Oh, that vastly over-rated democracy! If only the philosopher-kings could silence the opposition and simple set about fixing the evils of Reagan Bush [your conservative demon goes here].
The most shocking piece of all this remains the deafening Lefty silence about the fascism underscoring this line of thought.
Flynt Offers $1 Million For Perry Smut. . .
by Sissypuss the Blog Kitty
Things got a bit goofy, after Flynt waved the big bucks.
Joe McGuinness showed up at Flynt’s office to collect. “I got all kinds of weird stuff of this guy that looks like Perry mixing it up with some admittedly pathetic looking old dude in a wheelchair. It’s kind of painful to watch.” McGuninness turned the laptop screen to face the leering Flynt, while the bodyguard with no neck frowned in silence.
“What a minute, that looks like me!” screamed Flynt. The frown on the bodyguard deepened, threatening to become a circle as the corners of the mouth nearly touched.
“Whoops. I guess that CGI is really making some, you know, advances,” said McGuinness, glibly, waggling his eyebrows to cover his nervousness. “Can I at least collect on the racial epithet bounty from the ObamaCare vote with this other cooked footage I’ve got?”
“That was Breitbart, you idiot! Get out of here!” the angry Flynt pointed at the door, and the bodyguard started to come around the desk to ‘help’.