So, it’s gonna be the Peyton Colts vs. the WhoDat Nation in the Super Bowl…probably as it should be.
It was good to see the Colts’ Pierre Garcon raise the flag of Haiti at the AFC Championship trophy presentation, so we don’t forget amid the tailgate celebrations. (Give: www.hopeforhaiti.com )
And it’s a good thing the Super Bowl is in Miami…’cause we’re not sure any other city could handle the WhoDat Nation!! Ha!
(A few folks will remember when the Alcorn State University Braves started chanting, back in the late 1970s and early 1980s, “Who dat talkin’ ‘bout beatin’ the Braves? Who dat? Who dat?”)
Wonder if George W. Bush thinks any more highly of New Orleans now? Oh well, not to worry. He’s off to save Haiti now, along with Bill Clinton.
I’m not sure the face of George W. Bush is the one I want to see following a natural disaster (or a man-made disaster, for that matter, like…you know…2000 to 2008).
What’s that you say? It’s Obama who is destroying this nation? One keeps hearing that around the right-wing spheres of influence (like my town).
That’s laughable, really. But let me get this straight. President Obama is, in one year, destroying the nation it took George Bush eight years to bring to the absolute brink of destruction? Okay, that’s some talent.
Hardy-Har-Har-Har! These guys are as much fun as a barrel of monkeys!
Meanwhile, over on the Faux New Channel – the official organ of the GOP, a party at this point full of organs, we have Gin BecksBeer cheering on a violent pogrom against what he calls, “progressives.” And by that he means those he links to the worst tyrants of the 20th Century.
Why in the world does anyone take this clown seriously?
BecksBeer has it all figured out:
“Progressives want you dead,” he posted on his website, (you know: Marxist, Fascists, Episcopalians and Methodists) and went on to explain how “progressives started a hundred year time bomb, they planted it in the early 1900s.”
He’s referring, he says, to the presidential administrations of Teddy Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson.
“I’m going to find these big progressives,” he explains. “And to the day I die I’m going to be a progressive hunter.”
“When do we ever run those who are bankrupting our country and literally stealing our children’s future out of town? Grab a torch.”
It’s really not clear in this insane diatribe which is more frightening: the threats of violence or the mangled grammar.
