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Thursday, January 10, 2008*choke* *sob*
And, lo, there came a plague of locusts, descending on the towns! And there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth! And I actually fucking kind of agreed with something Bill Kristol said! The Day of Reckoning is at hand.
I'm sorry. I absolutely hate that I think this, but Hilary Clinton's near-tears moment at the press conference this week just struck me as completely calculated. Well-calculated, I grant you. The woman must have some hum-dinger mathematicians working for her to have come up with a formula for just how close to crying she should seem in order to put her over the top with voters in New Hampshire. I'd be a lot easier to convince that this was real if I didn't still recall her freakish laughter tour of the Sunday morning talk shows a few months back. Maybe I'm wrong on this. But, to me, it just fits with what she's been doing. God, I wish the woman would just stop fucking politicking. Back in the day, she just did what she thought was right, or so it seemed. Now, it seems like she can't take a genuine dump. Don't get me wrong. I'm happy with her as my senator. I would not be horrified if she won the presidency. I just want her to remember how to be actually human. Still, even with all her faults, she's a hundred times better than any Republican. If I hear fucking Mitt Romney use one more goddamn Olympic medal metaphor, I'm going to mail him a ten-pound bag of dog shit. "Well, three races down and I've won two silver and a gold. Silver's better than bronze. I saved the Olympics! It's a happier go-to reference than 9/11!" The man's a fucking empty hair do! November can not come fast enough.
Comments:
I think you are giving her way too much credit for her acting ability.
I think she was genuinely saddened....that this primary season is not going to be a 6-month long coronation ceremony. And don't ever say you agree with Bill Kristol, not even kinda. It's like saying you kinda agree with Pol Pot.
Hey, Pol Pot may have been a ruthless bastard, but the man could bake. Why, I treasure my recipe for Pol Pot's Chewy Gooey Brownies.
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