Master-Debating Blogging
September 26, 2008
The on again/off again campaign of John McCain is…well…apparently on again. Whew. Because for a day or two I was wondering where I was going to get my daily belly laugh. You did hear that those belly laughs are good for your health, didn’t you? Perhaps that’s the heart of the McCain health plan. Just don’t tell him that we’re laughing AT him.
As I type this, McCain is reportedly on a plane with his wife and headed to tonight’s debate location, where he’s certainly getting dope slapped and artfully scolded by the ice-cold Cindy for fucking this one up, too. And when she’s not knocking around the guy she refers to as “the penguin,” she’s frantically on the phone with your various pill-providers seeking something – anything! – that will help make her hubby at least look like a sane man during tonight’s debate.
Sorry, Cindy, but some things are beyond pills – or money. But I guess that’s what you get when you step in to steal a husband many, many, many years older than you: They start drooling on the fine linens way before you’re prepared to start cleaning it up. Bummer. And double bummer for you, because you had the money. You dope.
Tonight’s debate should be a real treat. We’ve cancelled our movie plans for the evening so we can stay home and watch the debate entertainment. And since everything in this campaign has been about dramatic twists and turns, it wouldn’t surprise me at this point if Obama did something ridiculous during the debates just to continue the pattern. He might, for example, break out in a fit of laughter at his own proclamation that he represents change when he remembers the makeup of his foreign policy team of Madeleine Albright, Sam Nunn and Warren Christopher. Change? Only if it means changing their diapers.
But given McCain’s delusional behavior over the last couple of days, all he really has to do is pop the pills that Cindy manages to come up with and complete a few coherent sentences and the idiot-middle will feel like he met their very, very low expectations. Besides, you know McCain will use about half of his time filibustering with a torrent of crocodile-tear-filled odes to the poor middle class. Really, he’ll say, he feels your pain – but he ain’t loaning you a house. Conservative compassion has its limits, you know.
The real injustice in tonight’s debate is the lack of inclusion of the man who truly represents change in this election: Ralph Nader. It is nothing short of outrageous that the two pretenders of change are allowed to preen and cavort on stage while the true fighter for change during his entire life – Nader – is locked out.
So, in order to do my part in presenting the message that won’t be presented tonight, here’s a little video message from the Nader campaign:
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Question: “Senator McCain, some people have been saying your recent behavior equates with the first symptons of Alzheimers Disease.
What day is today, and what is your wife’s first name?”
“Tuesday…Weld?”
“Sorry, Senator. Senator Obama?”
“Friday and Michelle.”
“Sorry, Senator. The question asked was specifically for Mrs. McCain’s first name.”
“Well shit….”
“Hey…Hey! My wife isn’t shit, you fuckin’ little uppity punk bastard! You wish your wife looked so good…”
“Hey, Fuck You! My wife’s a babe. I didn’t have to go out and dig a younger bitch out of a snow drift to be my sex appeal. And my wife’s got brain’s too. If you weren’t so fucking old, I punch your honky ass out!”
“Hey…Hey! Go ahead, hit me. Right here on National TV. I’ll have whatshername shoot you. Fucker!”
“Motha!”
“Boy!”
“Yellow belly lying traitor. How much shit you give up to Hanoi?!”
“At least I was in a fucking WAR, Draft-dodger!”
“We should have fuckin’ let them keep you! And thrown in Cambodia”
“I’m a fucking AMERICAN, sonny! And I’m WHITE, if you haven’t noticed! All our Presidents are white guys. Where the fuck do you get off…”
“THIS is where I get off, Honky-Fuck! My daddy left me this switchblade. To carve up white assholes, he said in his note.”
“Why you dirty nig…AHGRGgg! ummmff! splat! …”
“It appears Senator McCain needs a brief break. We’ll resume after a word here from our sponser, The Ross Perot Foundation…”
Brilliant.
for moike to blog so often there must a relative visiting. you can run, but you cannot hide.
And what’s your excuse for reading so often? Is Chris gone?
if i did not read your posts, you might have 2 readers, peter and mom, but certainly not stacy. oops, another ad homonim attack.
That Nader ad clip is indeed brilliant. Used it today, too (first saw it over at Dennis Perrin’s blog).
So, Michael, bit of o/t: there was yet another demo yesterday on the nation’s bailout [sic] - on Main St (not Wall St) in Burlington. I went. Usual ISO suspects hawking Socialist Worker, but it was organised by a group called True Majority along with Dean’s Democracy for America. Lots of chanting. “Main Street, not Wall Street,” “No to the Bush Bail-Out.” Lots of misplaced ire. So when I suggested to one of the organiser leaders to change a chant to “No to the McCain/Obama/Bush Bail Out!” I got lots of quizzical looks. His expression was as if I’d jabbed his heart!
Here ya go, Michael. Something to read next time in court. If the Cops don’t get ya, the Lefties will. (Bob Dylan?)
we
we don’t want you here
you’re on that other list
we have our own good time
agreeing with ourselves, our kind
who invited you?
didn’t you see the signs posted?
they’re everywhere
we made our special rules
our rules say go away
we don’t want you here
this is a private party
when you came in
all conversation stopped
when we see you on the street
we smile our special smile
we don’t want you here
we only have enough for us
Peter Buknatski
Montpelier, Vt.
(perhaps I should send this to Counterpunch…or Vermont Life)
come on now Pete, you’e wanted here….
All I want to do now is post a few more things on GMD & Daily Kos that’ll really ‘offend’ The PC Club (should be a TV series, like The Brady Bunch) and then…well, there’s Open Left & a bazillion other lefty blogs to bust. Or, I could just do everything here and ruin Michael’s sterling reputation with the yuppie-see/yuppie-do crowd. Make sure he can never be another Pollina. (thought you’d like that, Michael) But it does get tiresome. Sometimes I think that if the Lefty Liberals were on the federal payroll, they couldn’t do a better job suppressing, censoring, and marginalizing then they do now for the government for free. This is why there will never be a revolution from within–and, like the Good Germans, we’ll have a lot to answer for when the Allies land in Vermont and sweep across the country in a jubilee. (”I was only following.”)
No critical thought/no discussion/no truth/no peace. I hope us white American folks get the firecracker up our asshole that we deserve. Might loosen up the broomhandle.
Please spare me more condescension. There’s a whole bunch of real pricks out there who, I’m sure, have clever? things to say. (Probably learned it in Workshops at Woodbury Associates)
There will be a bail-out, of course, cause Whitey demands the continuation of the TV show called The American Dream. Unrestrained, un-regulated Capitalism is worse than telling your 4 year old kid to do anything he/she wants. At least the 4 year old is Human.
Ah, that felt good. And without any cognac. (You owe me a cognac, Michael–and, when are you going to get down to Guantanamo and get me those cigars?)