"Kathe, I notice that people are making a big fuss this year over how the Religious Right have little to choose from among Republican candidates, as though this were something new."
"If you're the Religious Right and you're limiting yourselves to Republican candidates, you're bound to wind up disappointed."
"Exactly. Oooh, I must go make a blog post, I just thought of a wonderfully snotty turn of phrase."
"By the way, I don't think you've mentioned that you now have a firm date for your surgery. I think the last time you mentioned it, it was still 'we think the 23rd' and you said 'Get back to me when you know for sure.'"
"Gee, I thought I'd mentioned at least once that my surgery is now definitely set for Friday, November 23rd at 7:30 AM. But if not, I'd better mention it today."
[15 minutes later]
"So anyway, that wonderfully snarky turn of phrase was:
It must be pretty discouraging to be a member of the Religious Right these days, having to choose between unpalatable contenders like Rudolph Giuliani and Mitt Romney, or a wretch like Mike Huckabee, who's foul in quite different ways, and besides would lose to Christopher Dodd.
But what else is new? At least since Ronald Reagan, every Republican candidate has painted a picture of himself as a titan with a fiery red white and blue halo, a Bible in one hand and the nuclear button in the other, a gay man crushed under one foot and a teenaged girl under the other. And every one who's been elected has delivered Babylonian corruption and Pharaonic incompetence.
It's as though every Democrat had billed himself as the new JFK and then...
Oh, right.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Souls bared on Larry King Live may be smaller than they appear."\\
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