Obama is doomed.
The only thing worse than having Dick Morris calling the race for you is having Bob Shrum running your campaign.
The Toe-suck of DeathBy: TBogg Monday February 11, 2008 3:13 pm |
Obama is doomed.
The only thing worse than having Dick Morris calling the race for you is having Bob Shrum running your campaign.
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Quick piece of trivia.
Usually, after the interview, Daily Show host Jon Stewart shoots the shit with the guests while going to the break. He did this with John Bolton ferchrissakes–twice! Sometimes the guests get up and rush out (Lynne Cheney, Bill Gates) but on two occasions, Stewart gave a guest the cold shoulder. And they are…
Dick Morris (big shock, I know) and…
Former Ohio State/Minnesota Viking football star and current ESPN commentator Robert Smith.
Toe suckers for Obama…
What? You gotta problem wit dat?
Actually the only thing worse than having Dick Morris talk about you, is having Captain Ed (classic photo of the never-been-to-sea Captain over at Sadly No) Morrissey play concern troll for your goddamned terrorist-loving Texas supporters … to whit … http://www.captainsquartersblog.com/mt/
The only thing worse than having Dick Morris call the race for you is having Dick Morris masturbate onto your open-toed shoes as he sniffs them while furiously stroking his little three-inch appendage. As Bill O’Rielly sits in the corner watching and grunting as he buggers himself with a moist falafel. That’s worse.
That mental image can’t exist, even in the abstract.
the mental image calls forth my supper:
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You may be able to write it off, though, as Hillary Derangement Syndrome. This will, of course, progress into Obama Derangement Syndrome should he win the nomination.
Dick Morris is strictly an amateur in applying the
toe suckkiss of death.Whereas, if Bill Kristol predicts your victory, then you’re Fredo.
“Whereas, if Bill Kristol predicts your victory, then you’re Fredo.”
Wow.
No wonder I got all creeped out while talking to a local parishioner who wondered why a good young man such as myself didn’t attend mass. She mentioned her husband owned a lot of guns and liked to fish, and that maybe I go could go fishing with him and his buddies, if I weren’t busy worshiping the god Choke-a-Huff-Choke-a-lot-quest-for-total-bliss I happen to sacrifice small furry animals and liberal parts of my cerebral cortex too.
The last time I said a Hail Mary (and then, only because it fulfilled some arbitrary sentence handed down by a man hidden behind a metal screen who smelled like anchovies and brandy) Reagan was still considered lucid.
And therefore, I don’t fish. Ergo, that is central to my point. Indeed.
Watch out these “lots of guns” this guy owns; sounds like a pick-up line to me.
Don’t worry Mr. Bogg, Obama is only inevitable on odd-numbered days. On even-numbered days, Hillary is inevitable.