Under a week to go until election day and I can't wait for this to all be over. My man, B, will drop not only a 30-minute infomercial on most of the major networks, but (more importantly) he'll be appearing via satellite on The Daily Show this evening as well. While i'll be watching, I am a little concerned 30 minutes may be overkill.
That said, the McCain/Palin 'bent-rhetoric express' has been pummeling Obama with accusations of socialism since that ill-fated (and likely fabricated) off the cuff conversation w/ Mr. Plumber. Which is precious really, as McCain himself said in the 2000 race that there’s 'nothing wrong' with the wealthier 'paying somewhat more' in taxes...'wealthy people can afford more' and that 'the very wealthy, because they can afford tax lawyers and all kinds of loopholes, really don’t pay nearly as much as you think they do.'
Sarah Sixpack is Governor of a state has no income or sales tax, as levies on oil companies provide proceeds to both finance the government’s activities and enable it to issue a four-figure annual check to state residents. Per her, in an interview several weeks before the VP nod, they are 'set up, unlike other states in the union, where it’s collectively Alaskans own the resources. So we share in the wealth when the development of these resources occurs.'
B responded in kind by saying today that: 'I don't know what's next,' speaking at an outdoor rally in North Carolina...'By the end of the week, he'll be accusing me of being a secret communist because I shared my toys in kindergarten. I shared my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.' Too funny.
You can read the piece I pulled most of that from in The New Yorker, a great retort to the countless emails that my Republican friends regurgitate prior to me debunking them via snopes.com. Plus, in an excellent A/V companion to said print...Nation, Steven Colbert:
'Clearly the McCain campaign is targeting it's most important voter: Joe the McCarthy.' Genius.
3 comments:
PALIN IS HOT!!!!!!
commie.
Nicely written diatribe. It must be nice to sit in your swanky Hyde Park abode and wax poetic about your man love for that socialist pretender while real, hard working Americans struggle day to day just trying to make ends meet. I hope you sleep well at night, I’ll say a prayer for you tonight, a prayer to the real lord and savior, not your false messiah.
messiah? you mean paul westerberg?
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