Terry, here's what Al Gore's bounce is all about. Women just fell in love with "the kiss".
THE KISS
APOLOGIES TO RODIN
By: Barbara Stanley
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Well, I guess it is something, that Al uses his own wife, as far as I know, so that is one difference between Al and Bill and their not so excellent adventure (unless you are a commie) the last eight years. How could these bastards do so much damage in such a short period of time? I remember reading a Wall St. Journal article on Bill, which pretty much said, even if he weren't re-elected in 1996, he would still have done a great deal of damage; damage that could take years to undo, if possible to undo at that. And now, we are offered the same old shit, but in a brand new sack. I have watched Al blatantly lie: No, it was certainly not a fundraiser, it was financial outreach; No, I had no idea it was a religious institution, despite the incense and saffron robes; No, I don't remember, I drank too much iced tea and was in the pissoire.
Or: I plowed the fields with a mule when I was a boy, however no record of mules or plowing in the chi chi DC hotel in which he spent his boyhood has been found. Not to worry, though, for papers and records aren't very important if you are at the 'political top' but only become necessary for those poor souls who speak out and are audited at the bottom hoi polloi. Us poor slobs who slave for this whore-master and his lying veep have t o abide by the law. Or (and one of my personal faves): I hung out of the Huey, inches above the trees as we strafed the enemy... And just where would you have had that experience, in your dreams Al baby? Cripes. Only true if the enemy was the supply officer who wouldn't come across with a new typewriter ribbon when Al's bodyguard asked.
The patterns of Al are all Bill's. As far as the "No controlling legal authority" remark--that there was no legal precedent for the obvious violation of fund raising on federal property, (with us taxpayers paying for the offices, etc.) would have been laughable if the media had just mistaken Al for a republican. Bernie Shaw and that pill puss Mrs.. Al Hunt would have actually revived themselves from their normal torpor and pinched faces to report on this one, I betcha! (But I can't bet you much, it all went in taxes.)
First: "We didn't do it"; then "Ok, we did it, but we only did it a little" and then: "Ok we did it a lot, but it's old news."
Al first said: He used a DNC credit card and only made a "few" calls (and that would be illegal calls at that); then we find out Al's "few" are 48! And then after someone (with a brain) checks it out, the true number is 86, but, hey, it's old news, eh?
So here we are, given this Dudley Do-Right by the lib-media propaganda machine, the Pravda Annex East currently posing as the fourth estate in the US. These lazy, leftists are just along for the free booze, free coke (and please, let's not think Al is just too removed from the drug scene--especially after his kids have been 'escorted' home by the Secret Service from the coke bars in DC so often) free food and feeling so above all their readers. Looking forward to the day, and it is happening as we speak, when those disgusting pustules no longer have an audience. Of course, we still have to put up with them and their slanted reporting, but the jokes are widespread--ABC:All Bill Clinton; CBS: Clinton Broadcasting Service; CNN: Clinton (or also Commie) News Network; NBC: Nobody but Clinton, and you get the drift, eh?
Lucky for us, that socialist crap don't fly too high on the net. God bless the military for giving us the internet (Al's big lie notwithstanding--just goes to show what he thinks we will swallow from him). God bless the good guy geeks who get off on the technology. Autonomy rules, freedom from overburdening regulations, the actual truth (as opposed to 'their' 'truth') is available and folks are reading and learning. I think I can actually hear the scales falling from eyes, hitting the floor pad under computer chairs all across the land. And if you hear anything, it is the sound of my heart singing. Mark my words: their time is coming to an end, the business of this beloved country will be carried on, and properly, by its citizens. We will be the markets, we will be the republic and if the representatives don't get with the program and do the Constitutional bidding, they can go elsewhere for a salary.
Logged on to the Zone Tuesday morning and what did I see first off? Al kissing Tipper. Good grief! It looks like he is mashing all hell out of her face. Even her double chin has a double chin! Don't know about you, but to me, it had that definite intensity, that particular urgency of the just-let-out-after-doing-15-to-20-at-club-Fed to it.
As I looked at the photo (spare yourselves, it is enough that I had to scrutinize ) and it reminded me of some horror flick I saw parts of once, in which the very soul of the victim was sucked out through the mouth. Gee, how romantic. Poor Tipper looks like she's being ineptly bussed by the BMOC-- as though she is almost struck too dumb to get away. Silly me, forgot she was still taking all those meds to keep and even keel, what with her mental health confession and all. Of course, she doesn't have to convince me she needs the mood enhancers. Al looks like a real snotty, sarcastic, bully, spoiled rich kid who always gets it in the end. I, of course, have no idea where, how or when Al gets it. Or if, either. Already know way too much about the sexual aspects and habits of those who rut in high office.
I am just sick and totally fed up with this bullshit that passes for a government in our country and currently ensconced in the (not so) White House. Hell, if this administration at 1600 were a bride, she' have to ask the dressmaker for something in a nice, dark black. Must confess, I am somewhat confused. Growing up I was taught to not judge a book by its cover, yet now Al's new teeth and haircut, his warm colors and relaxed body language are shoved down my throat and it is sickening that some people actually buy it. Well, those who know, don't. We are watching and can cogitate, decide and move on. No matter how much power these bad guys have, it is illusory and things are changing faster than they can imagine. Ok, wanna be a king too, Al? Well, Kings' ain't nothin' without subjects and the stadium seats are emptying out as you speak. Oh yeah, Al, as long as your kissing something, er, someone, as we Noo Yawkahs say, kiss this! |
