Huck and Her Highness


Sorry people but the Mike Huckabee Show is just too painfully corny for me.  Weekly, a misty eyed Mike stares dead on into the camera extracting emotion and support from cheesy viewers nationwide.  The Governor does this, while a live studio audience of wholesome people clap as if Emeril Lagasse was about to toss out Spinach Empanaditas to a pod of weddell seals.

Couple Huckabee’s cult like studio audience together with a house band, composed of a hokey cacophony of folks from the FOX News crew who all either like to “play music or sing”– and things couldn’t get more painful. The Little Rockers close out the hour with the former Arkansas Governor, complete with Huckabee guitar strap, gleefully slapping away on the bass.

On Saturday, after six loads of wash, scrubbing two bathrooms and shopping at a grocery store that has zero parking by 8:00 am, the dimpled Huckabee’s poetic soliloquy that inspires the audience to mindlessly applaud even when Mike apologetically says, “Going to commercial break” is more than one person can bear.

Although a reluctant watcher, a few weeks ago the ex-governor, who championed a hundred pound weight loss, appeared to be sporting a noticeably deeper dimple.  In fact, it appeared as if Mike’s facial indentation could double for the Pillsbury Doughboy’s missing belly button.

Mike “Ahhh Shucksabee,” author of Quit Digging Your Grave with a Knife and Fork: A 12 Stop Program to End Bad Habits and Begin a Healthy Lifestyleappeared as if the girth that ” 12 stopped off” was beginning to “12 stop on.”  Passing my hubby with the dust mop, I commented, “Honey, Mikey looks as if his tent pegs need to be widened a tad” a comment that was met with a “Ugh huh, whatever you say dear.

I believe that for me, the beginning of the Huckabee downward lack of credibility spiral began when Paula Deen, “the queen of Southern cuisine” paid a visit to share cooking tips and talked about “big fat chickens” to “Y’all.” But what really took the red velvet cake was Fox News announcing Michelle Obama would be joining the Huckster for a bipartisan discussion on childhood obesity.

I’m just wondering, is Fox News now becoming “unfair and unbalanced?”  It used to be Larry King was the only mildly respectable sycophant on cable.  The Michelle on Huckabee announcement makes this woman yearn for Geraldo Rivera reporting live from hurricane central or former news correspondent hoarse-throated, “my sources tell me,” Rita Cosby to be reinstated to Fox’s blonde brigade.

Admit it, Mike and Michelle are a combo only a mother could love…every mother but this mother that is.  Michelle with stationary, over-plucked eyebrows, fixed smile and gaze and an emotionless, marionette speech pattern, coupled with an avuncular, bass playing, Conservative ex-governor in touch with his feminine side is a Saturday night lineup sure incite channel surfing for old Lawrence Welk reruns.

Michelle, official representative of the “Let’s Move” anti-childhood obesity campaign, will appear on Obama nemesis, the Fox News network.  Shelley will present solutions to a porkulent problem the government has been hankering for years to use as entrée into universal health care.  And here Mike Huckabee sets paper plates and plastic cutlery out on the governmental buffet table for Michelle to fill with bureaucratic celery sticks made with Democrat fat-free sour cream.

When asked why the First Lady would be appearing on the show, Huckabee explained, “It is not a left/right, liberal/conservative, and Democrat/Republican issue. This is an issue that falls beyond what I call the ‘horizontal’ issues of left and right and rises to the ‘vertical’ level of up or down.” I give the whole idea a really big Siskel and Ebert, thumbs down!

I can see it now, after an insincere on camera hug, First Lady Michelle and Mike hold hands and commiserate, while the Little Rockers play show tunes softly in the background.  In a bipartisan effort the duo may be able to pinpoint why people who preempt, “most cravings by avoiding sugar entirely [and] flavor coffee with Splenda,” no longer find it possible to squeeze between the left and right side of an oversized host’s chair.

Mike could equally counsel Michelle because, try as she might to hide it with designer dresses and tight J. Crew sweaters, Mrs. Obama seems to have added some poundage to her “lithe frame” since changing locations from Chicago Deep Dish Pizza Pieville to Wagyu Beef Township.

Cornball Huckabee can alternate between bottom lip biting and dimple exposure when discussing the threat chubby kids pose to the future of Type II diabetes—a struggle the ex-governor personally relates to.  Michelle can bring a basket full of fresh organic, home grown garden vegetables and like Adam and Eve in a garden free from political bickering, Mike and Michelle can simultaneously bite into a shiny Gala apple, on live TV.

Michelle can highlight the problem of America’s couch potato; soda pop and video games addicted children and at the same time address a backslidden governor shamelessly sitting there with cheesecake smeared all over his jowls.

Midway through the show, to boost ratings, a bicep bare Michelle Obama can play Sergeant Carter to Mike Huckabee’s, Gomer Pyle and whip “Jim Nabors Huckabee” into shape with a Frank Sutton rendition of Marine Corps level hula-hooping – demonstrated by a woman with a physique characteristic very few would argue doesn’t provide an unfair advantage.

Pretending not to be portly, Mike Huckabee said he “commends” Michelle Obama for taking on the problem and recognizing that it is not a “crisis of the month.”  Which is true–Michelle’s appearance on a station formerly untainted by Obama political posturing constitutes my personal “crisis of the month.”

The only thing that could make the whole scenario more unbearable would be Michelle agreeing under duress to join the Little Rockers for an impromptu rendition of the Yes We Can Obama Song by will.i.am, while jolly Mike Huckabee keeps perfect time on the bass guitar.

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Saints versus the Taints


If Mary Landrieu (D-La) had any influence in leading New Orleans to victory the Colts, not the Saints, would presently be in possession of the coveted Lombardi trophy.

The New Orleans Saint’s Super Bowl XLIV championship was built on the type of discipline, vision, commitment to ideals and unwavering strength Louisiana senator Mary Landrieu relinquished in the health care debate.

Viewed as “underdogs” Saints head coach Sean Payton expressed liking being in a spot where “a lot of people where picking against us.” During the health care debate Landrieu and a few other moderate Democrat senators were in a similar position. Rather than rising to the challenge Landrieu’s squad lost the game succumbing to the pressure of the majority.

Senators like Landrieu, Nelson (D-Neb), Blanche Lincoln (D-AR) and even Joe Lieberman (I-CT) were poised to block Obama, Pelosi and Reid’s attempt to make a health care goal. Running up the sideline waving to a cheering crowd Lieberman vowed he would “ultimately vote to block a floor vote on the bill if it isn’t changed first.” Lieberman was tackled and even he dropped the ball.

Mary Landrieu could learn a lesson from the team she represents.  The Saints, like little guy “blue dog” Landrieu, were “underdogs” in the midst of MVP football players.  Landrieu possessed an edge the Saints didn’t have, but rather than refusing to “abandon the city” Landrieu relinquished winning principles.  The senator yielded to bribery, back room deals and intimidation tactics administered by powerful political players locked in an impenetrable huddle.

When the game started Landrieu and company refused to acquiesce to pressure to accept a bill that included a public option. During the Senate health care debate, “few outside of Louisiana saw a victory” possible in defeating a bill no one wanted.  At that time Landrieu, part of a small team of Blue Dog Democrats, seemed willing to assume the attitude that ultimately benefited the Saints in the Super Bowl. The Louisiana senator and conservative Democrat team mates took a page from the New Orleans football champs and pledged to “rebuild together…leaning on each other” to defeat the opposing team.

Defending against the run Landrieu held the line saying, “”I am not open to a public option, however I will remain open to a compromise – a full compromise.” Rushing the passer, Landrieu continued the defense saying, “A public option is not something I support I don’t think its the right way to go.”

At halftime, rather than deciding on completing a play that would have insured a rout of the challenging team Landrieu, mere inches from the goal line, handed the ball to rivals.  Someone ambushed the diminutive player during halftime cornering her in the darkest corner of the locker room.

Sen. Mary Landrieu, D-La., won between $100 million and $300 million in additional federal aid for her state’s Medicaid population. The deal, secured before she cast her critical vote in favor of bringing the health bill to the floor, was immediately dubbed the “Louisiana Purchase,” though the actual Louisiana Purchase was considerably cheaper.

At one point during the Super Bowl New Orleans was behind and a “blowout” seemed inevitable.  Instead of going down in defeat the “Saints mounted a comeback.” As a representative of her state as well as having the whole nation as a cheerleading squad, Landrieu too had power to “turn the [health care reform] tide.” Unlike the indomitable Saints, Landrieu submitted to political ploys offered by a team who otherwise was easily defeatable.

Threatened by levees breaking and suffering a Super Bowl XLIV defeat at one point during the game the Saints astutely recognized a huge flaw in the Colt’s alignment. Democrats, pushing healthcare, also realized Landrieu was not championship material with an “alignment flaw” of her own. If Landrieu had delivered a well-placed Morstead onside kick, the Louisiana senator could have accomplished a legislative field goal—Mary chose to sit on the Astroturf, selling out victory for a pseudo trophy stuffed to overflowing with dirty money.

Instead of exhibiting New Orleans determination by sending Barry, Harry and Nancy “spinning awkwardly to the turf at midfield…returning an interception” and “clinching the score,” Mary Landrieu surrendered, walking off the field handing the ball and the game to the liberal team.

After winning the Super Bowl in Miami, quarterback Drew Brees of the New Orleans Saints said, “We believed in ourselves, and we knew that we had an entire city and maybe an entire country behind us.”  So did Landrieu when she stood against the Democrat health care proposal.  While the Saints delivered Landrieu disappointed. The Saints, “long derided as the Aints for their futility” won the Super Bowl passing the Louisiana uselessness baton to Senator Landrieu, who henceforth bears the name Queen of the Taints.

Senator Landrieu invited humiliation instead of confetti down on her political reputationBig Easy, Landrieu tearfully defending herself told the Senate, “I don’t need this job badly enough – maybe some people do, I don’t – to throw the people of my state under the bus to protect myself politically.

Maybe Landrieu could explain why she forfeited clear access to the goal line and failed to send the opposing team to the lockers in defeat? Now after forfeiting a very doable “fourth-quarter thrashing,” Mary changed jerseys and assists President Obama’s continued commitment [God help us all] to, “fighting for legislation…to bring more stability and security to folks who are in our health care system.’

Landrieu told critics singing in unison “We Won’t Get Fooled Again” to “Keep their mouths shut.” Battered and defensive Landrieu justified poor decisions to constituents seated in bleachers all disappointed by a star player’s lack of good judgment–booing rather than waving  “World Champ” banners.

“Who’s Dat?” is the only remotely valid question to ask about a senator fallen from atop the Mardi Gras float.  Mary Landrieu, the advocate who months ago emerged from below murky Gulf waters in defense of the American people, has since transformed into someone more at home working Bourbon Street than bearing the title of MVP in the big on-going health care reform game.


The Truth about Trig, Tripp and Tim Tebow


Without a doubt, on Super Bowl Sunday, the liberal left will anoint football great Tim Tebow the second most despised person in America, exceeded only by Sarah Palin.  The Heisman trophy winner, together with the ex-governor of Alaska will bear the guilt for putting a human face on millions of aborted babies — none of whom the choice lobby care to acknowledge.

Just a few weeks ago, Down’s syndrome child Trig Palin a chubby, joyful toddler showed up alongside nephewTripp on the InTouch Weekly cover. Like Trig, Tripp was spared from a biohazard bag when born to his teenage, unwed mother Bristol.  Adding insult to injury, the Sarah Palin story included the distasteful title, “We’re glad we chose life!”

Now, right in the middle of the Super Bowl, while Americans eating nachos and sipping beer anticipate raunchyGo Daddy commercials, pesky Tim Tebow and his obnoxious mother show up and spoil the party with an “anti-abortion commercial.”

First Sarah brings Trig and her pregnant, unwed daughter to the RNC convention.  Then, wild-eyed, religious fanatic Tim Tebow, together with Focus on the Family plan to ruin the fun by recounting the miraculous story of Tim’s birth.  If abortion activists fail to get the ad pulled from the Super Bowl ad line up, Pro-choice America may be forced to admit people actually do “Celebrate Family and Life” and Trig, Tripp and Tim prove it.

Given the option to choose death after being told her baby might be imperfect, Pam Tebow like Sarah, laid aside self-interest and chose to relinquish the role of God– both women chose life.  The result of that decision was a healthy newborn that grew into “one of the greatest college football players who ever lived.”  America doesn’t want to face a reality like that, especially when air time would better serve an ad for Victoria’s Secret.

Jembu Green, president of the NY-based Women’s Media Center feels, “An ad that uses sports to divide rather than unite has no place in the biggest national sports event of the year – an event designed to bring Americans together.”   Is it Jembu Green’s contention that dead fetuses somehow make a national sports event a unifying experience?

Tim’s nationally televised homage to his mother for letting him live must be stopped!  Why? Because Erin Matson, the Action VP for the National Organization for Women is offended. Matson expressed her opinion about the controversial ad by saying, “It is hate masquerading as love.  It sends a message that abortion is always a mistake.”  And who would know better than an abortion advocate like Ms. Matson about “love” and “masquerades”?  Isn’t Erin a representative of a group that promotes murder as choice?

Rest assured America, the only thing worse for pro-choicers than watching a pro-life ad on Super Bowl Sunday would be spotting Sarah Palin, Trig and Tripp in the crowd smiling and having a spectacular time.

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Welcome to the Political Pissfest


Territory is defined as an area, which an animal will defend against intruders of the same species. According to Robert Ardrey, “A territorial species of animals, therefore, is one in which all males, and sometimes females too, bear an inherent drive to gain and defend an exclusive property.”  As it is for animals, so it is for politicians, especially Barack Obama whose words and aggressive actions indicate an “inherent drive to gain and defend,” what the President perceives to be, “exclusive property.”

For twelve months, Barack Obama has acted like a male alpha dog rhetorically spraying every past, present and future policy issue he comes in contact with.    The President sycophantically practices placing socialist scents at nose level to alert conservative and moderate dogs, looking to claim a portion of the political prefecture, to back off.

Incessantly reiterating a liberal schema for America, the President may as well get it over with and mandate Obamaroma be crop dusted  over North America, and while he’s at it, if possible, spritz the whole planet.

Canines and other mammals mark territory for one purpose, to “limit competition within a niche or habitat,” for Obama that niche includes totalitarian power exercised, without obstruction, within Washington DC’s halls of power.  The yard Obama guards includes a liberal pack of canids from a Democratic carnivorous pit bull family.

In order to claim as much land mass as possible, African wild dogs are known to “…scramble as high up the trunk of a tree before squirting their message,” which is–step over the boundary and the area will be ruthlessly defended.

In Barack Obama’s case, not only are other politicians considered interlopers, but also based on the President’s blatant disregard for the electorate, apparently so are the American people.  If the voices of a representative democracy speak out in opposition to Obama’s policies, the President swiftly responds with a well-positioned leg lift followed by a prime time uncovering of saliva dripping premolars, issuing a bone-crushing warning to the defiant.

Although a president cannot literally mark large swatches of political territory by employing the “natural method,” pushing back against critics flouting Obama’s edicts and sanctions, in essence, is Barack marking territory.

Take for example, the majority of Americans opposing health care reform.    Alpha-Obama lifted his left-leg and “pushed back against opponents of his health care initiatives…again target[ing] insurance companies in the second of three town hall meetings aimed at winning support for legislation.”

Dogs sneaking through the barbed wire fence into Obama’s yard were met at a Joint Session of Congress by Obama spraying his critics, as well as, witnessing the President spew all over the entire chamber.  Once again, Obama pushed back–bared teeth and snarling, “The time for games has passed. Now is the season for action.” No discussion, no compromise.  Obama laid territorial claims and might as well have put a sign out saying, “Stay off the grounds this country belongs to me!”

Obama, together with the pack, have growled and marked the boundaries around the health care issue. Every time the opposition drew near Obama and his leftist minions charged the opposition imposing a health care bill on a nation that roundly rejects governmental kibble.

Hey, Republican Rover don’t you know well-trained pit bulls don’t back down and let what they consider scruffy stray dogs mark territory where top dogs rule?

Shockingly, unlikely cat lovers in liberal Massachusetts snapped the choke chain and took control of the situation by wresting control from trash heap dogs. Realizing the tail was wagging the dog, Americans rose up and sent the message, “Dogs don’t run the yard – owners do!”

Massachusetts voters targeted tail wagging hounds like Nancy Pelosi who mists Capitol Hill with left-wing political pheromones, bats her bitchy eyelashes and gnarrs, “Democrats will charge ahead with health care reform regardless of what happens in the Massachusetts Senate race.” Or, tyke’s like Charlie Rangel who mocked the Bay State’s attempt to claim territory as a non-starter, yipping out the retort “We will have health reform regardless of what happens in Massachusetts… We have alternatives to this cockamamie 60 votes in the Senate.”

Either way, Scott Brown’s election to the US Senate is a liberal electorate’s stunning message to the 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue alpha dog commanding him to back off. As a result, the whole situation holds potential to become a national piss-off.  Because “When one male detects the scent of another, (particularly an unknown male), it could cause a perhaps low-level stress reaction, which would then increase the need to urinate.”  Scott Brown representing “We the people” in a seat vacated by liquored-up liberal paladin is sure to have alpha Obama’s bladder over stimulated to the point where a territory-marking flood is forthcoming like water crashing through a dam.

America can expect a public hydrant drenching in the days immediately following the election – just to remind everyone who’s in charge because,

Male dogs, on reaching a previously urine-marked landmark, will often attempt to cover over the urine marks of previous canine visitors with their own urine.  In so doing, they sometimes engage in some quite amusing acrobatics, including the reverse handstand sometimes displayed by little dogs when attempting to over-mark lofty scent marks left by larger dogs.”

After Scott Brown’s win Obama, a toy poodle deceived into believing he’s a pit bull, will exhibit political gymnastics to win back ground lost spinning a loss into a win like Jonathan Horton working the high bar.

As America has witnessed over the last year, some dogs have an obsession about marking territory. The best way to prevent a male dog from urine marking is to neuter the canine before territorial behavior is exhibited, with Obama already in office, its too late for that.   However, if the animal is already established, neutering may not help and wherever the male canid sprays the odor needs to be neutralized, which is what Massachusetts voters did tonight.

Truth is, Obama fancies himself an alpha male.  “The alpha makes and enforces the rules. Alpha dogs enforce their authority by the use of stern eye contact, growling, dominant body postures and if that fails, biting and fighting. If you watch your dogs closely, you’ll see examples of this eye contact and posture in their daily activities.”  Since day one, dominant body posture, lack of sincere eye contact and haughty posture has been on full display from the occupant of the Oval Office.

The President’s “bark may be in equal proportion to his bite,” and Obama can drench the political landscape all he likes with the stench of socialistic policy.  In the meantime, while an out-of-control Obama circles the fire hydrant continuing to believe “no leash can hold him and his tail wags for no one,”  in one day, Massachusetts voters neutralized and counteracted the leader of the pack and in the process set about retraining the unruly horde of junkyard dogs he runs with.

Hey, Obama, “Sit, roll over and beg,” the American people own you!

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Studly Super-Hero Scott Brown


Why should angry liberal women have all the eye candy in Chuckie Schumer (D-NY) and Dickie Durbin of Illinois? For middle-aged women Massachusetts is becoming the go-to state when it comes to good-looking politicians.

What could be better than a Conservative man winning a senate seat in a liberal state?  Why, it’s having that Conservative man be a hunk, and that hunky man is Scott Brown (R-Ma).

For starters what woman, besides Janet Napolitano, would dare argue Mitt Romney is hard on the eyes?  Mitt is strong, self confident, self-assured, articulate, a loving husband and father, a dyed in the wool Conservative and an amazingly gorgeous man from the home state of besotted blimp Teddy Kennedy.

Following in Romney’s elegant  footsteps, America now has comely Scott Brown about to trounce Democrat Attorney General Martha Coakley and Independent Joe Kennedy for the U.S. Senate seat formerly occupied by a recently expired, end-stage blow fish.

It is undeniable — Scott is a looker and more than that Brown is not wishy-washy about Conservative convictions (be still my beating heart).  As a result, and in the words of another great Massachusetts politician John Hancock, “[d]espite the Democrats’ rhetoric and money, they have been unable to gain ground.”

During a recent debate, Scott Brown’s opponent Martha Coakley looked a tad uncomfortable.  It seems the beads of sweat along her upper lip were not from hot lights, a rapt audience or  moderator David Gergen – it was Scott Brown, the menopausal nightmare couldn’t keep her eyes off the poor guy.  Don’t be fooled by the turtleneck and pearls, Coakley kept leaning back, pretending to cough, checking her opponent from the rear. No wonder Martha [Not Going to] Washington, spelled Massachusetts wrong and is shaky on facts, believing all the terrorists in Afghanistan have left the premises–the woman is smitten and is having trouble stringing together a coherent thought.

During the Brown/Coakley debate Scott, like a knight in shining armor, responded to David Gergen’s pugnacious question about blocking health care by saying,”With all due respect, it’s not the Kennedy’s seat, it’s not the Democrats’ seat, it’s the people’s seat.”

A stunned Coakley struggled to maintain composure and successfully avoided swooning behind the podium.  If the debate had gone on any longer the Attorney General would have come dangerously close to losing all dignified restraint and in front of the audience reduced herself to re-enacting the V-J Day kiss in Times Square by ravishing Scott Brown.

Let’s face it, Scott Brown would be quite a change from a bloated, drunken philanderer like  late Teddy Kennedy.  I’m not sure, but I don’t remember Teddy K. ever appearing as a centerfold in Cosmo. If I recall correctly either has Congressmen Anthony Weiner (D-NY),  another ruggedly handsome liberal stud muffin.

If American women had been unfortunate enough to have Kennedy grace Cosmo’s centerfold,  the  porcine politician edition would have been relegated to the annals as a non-starter, and promptly sent to Fulton Fish market fish mongers as high-end wrapping for blue fish.

Scott Brown, on the other hand, has hardly changed in twenty-eight years.  In a Senate filled with the likes of (G_d bless) Joe Lieberman and Harry Reid–Scott Brown, who identified himself way back then as “a bit of a patriot,” could be a Mel Gibson movie double in Patriot II: The Obama Years.

Hopefully, stunning Scott will stay in politics.  The antithesis of Kennedy Brown deplores wasteful government spending and higher taxes – What?  The man is pro-family and opposes federal funding for abortion — Gulp.  Scott believes in the free-market and the strength of the American people to drive prosperity in the country – Something is terribly wrong here!

Scott believes in small government, low taxes and has commented that Obama’s fiscal debt is “immoral.”  The Massachusetts State Senator is opposed to one-party rule and government run health care.  Scott Brown believes in a strong military to ensure national security here and abroad. And we’re supposed to believe this man is from Massachusetts?

Senator Brown is a member of the National Guard  serving in the rank of Lt. Colonel in the JAG Corps for thirty years.  He won the Army Commendation Medal for meritorious service following September 11th and served 3 terms as a State Senator.

Brown has steadily closed the gap in the polls and is in a statistical tie with Martha Coakley.  In response, the Attorney General has comported herself like a spurned teenage girl by running attack ads against Brown.  Martha is behaving like Tracy Flick in the movie Election. It seems the AG is under the impression Kennedy’s  senate seat was rightfully bequeathed to a Democrat and the thought of losing the election has Coakley stamping her feet and tearing down Scott Brown posters all over Boston.

Coakley misspelled Massachusetts – “Massachusettes” but might as well have written REDRUM inside Brown’s locker after study hall.  The Attorney General of Massachusetts is flummoxed, while the fetching captain of the football team remains cool as a cucumber.

Presently, our nation  is  a tied-up damsel in distress, anticipating being run over by the liberal, health care train making its way down the tracks.  Not to worry,  our very own Dudley Do-Right is on the way.  On January 19th  it looks as if Scott Brown may be called on to save the nation by wresting Snidley Whiplash power from the policy villain abiding in the White House.

Scott Brown could be the super-hero America needs to administer the final death knell to Teddy’s policy legacy.  Residents of the “Bay State” are on the precipice of driving the Teddy Kennedy health care memorial off a bridge in Chappaquiddick and letting a murderous memory  expire under the frigid water as did the late Mary Jo Kopechne.

The election in Massachusetts presents voters with an opportunity to rescue America from Teddy Kennedy’s liberalism influencing our lives from beyond the grave.  Brown winning the election would give new meaning to the Massachusetts mottoEnse petit placidam sub libertate quietem,” which means, “By the sword we seek peace, but peace only under liberty.”

If the polls are correct and Massachusetts Conservatives turn out in mass to vote, a wholesome Conservative will replace the corpulent debauchee socialized medicine mascot.  In the process, the  “we the people” Scott Brown spoke so fondly of will prevent  Obama and a band of left-wingers in Washington DC from forcing on America what even the most liberal Massachusetts voters vehemently reject.

If Scott Brown wins next Tuesday and acquires a seat in the U.S. Senate the victory result will be a referendum on the forthcoming 2010 election.  And, as an added bonus, Scott Brown will provide America with a handsome hero that liberal babe magnet  Stuart Smalley aka,  Al Franken (D-Minn), wouldn’t dare prevent from speaking on the Senate floor–giving all America an excuse to join in singing, All Hail Massachusetts.

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Rush Limbaugh Stars in “Kill Bull”


Kill-Bill

There is no greater conservative warrior than Rush Limbaugh. Although Rush calls himself a “harmless loveable little fuzz ball” reality is Rush is a conservative male version of martial arts fighter, Beatrix Kiddo in the epic-length revenge drama, Kill Bill.

Rush Hudson Limbaugh is a political assassin on the job for the Right.  The “Dr. of Democracy’s” skill and adept insight gives “El Rushbo” the ability to pick off the enemy with words that cut deeper and sharper and more to the core than a crafted sword.  Rush’s wit, intellect and ability to articulate truth are as sharp as a rhetorical Hattori Hanzō Katana! When Rush speaks it is, “… alive and powerful… sharper than the sharpest two-edged sword, cutting between soul and spirit, between joint and marrow…exposing the innermost thoughts and desires of liberal minds.”

As a result, liberals wish Rush ill.  As far as Limbaugh’s political enemies were concerned, like Beatrix Kiddo, the radio king might as well be in a vegetative coma and one step from being officially declared DOA.

Yet, like Beatrix, each time Rush appears lifeless –the conservative leader awakens prepared to take on the enemy stronger than ever before.  Rush Limbaugh is unstoppable. On more than one occasion “Mount Rushbo” has dragged himself from a controversy coma or health care scare back to the “Golden Microphone” and behind the EIB Institute plinth.

The left’s Deadly Viper Squad has stood over Rush’s body on more than one occasion convinced “America’s Truth Detector’s” demise was imminent.  Instead Rush, like Kiddo, dupes the best of them.  Shot through the head, “El Rushbo” disarms the enemy.  Rush opens one eye, spits out a mouthful of blood and says to those snickering over his demise things like, “You know I have always tried to be honest with you and open about my life…I need to tell you today that part of what you have heard and read is correct. I am addicted to prescription pain medication.”

At times Rush, like Beatrix Kiddo, has had to slowly wiggle one toe at a time to get back up to speed. Profound hearing loss from an autoimmune disease…Rush slowly wiggled a toe, got a cochlear implant, and was back on the air.  Wrenching back pain ensnared Rush in Oxycontin addiction, again wiggling a toe he meekly submitted to rehab. Much to the chagrin of Rush’s enemies, “America’s Anchorman” weakened by personal trial returned from an Arizona rehab, humbler, stronger and fitter for the fray.

Rush is presently in the brawl of a lifetime and it isn’t the one being waged in a Honolulu Hospital. Since Obama’s election Democracy’s doctor fights daily to reestablish Conservativism and Constitutional purism, fidelity and adherence to foundational principles. Rush’s mission is to eradicate the “Bull” of liberalism–anticipating an opportunity being presented to administer a Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique on the left, which Beatrix employed to take out the Bill of Kill Bill.

Day-by-day Rush inches closer to stopping the beating heart of liberalism, but in the meantime, there are still some political barriers that must be systematically done away with.

Washington DC is Rush’s Tokyo, Japan. On a daily basis Limbaugh cerebrally enters The House of Blue Leaves where O-Ren Ishii Bama unleashes Gogo Gibbs, Rham Fatale and the Congressional Crazy 258 and Senate 58. Rush stands poised in a fighting stance to deal with Obama’s unrelenting bunch of hooligans.  As O-Ren Ishii Bama watches from the balcony, Limbaugh makes short work of every argument and political absurdity, hacking off policy limbs like Beatrix Kiddo dispensing an army of henchmen.

Reminiscent of Vernita Green’s four-year-old daughter, Nikki Bell the liberal left stares blankly as Washington’s leaders pour political Fruit Loops into a bowl from a box with a gun in it. Rush dodges every bullet, as biased toddlers stand wide-eyed as the “Prestigious Attila the Hun,” yields the “Limbaugh Doctrine,” making short work of a bloated, encroaching governmental Mommy.

In the movie Kill Bill, ex-Deadly Viper assassin Budd retired to a broken down trailer and took up as a bouncer. Under close scrutiny, Democrats display the characteristics of Budd, laden down and inebriated with political power. “Dingy Harry,” the “Banking Queen” and “Bela Pelosi” are washed up politicians knocking around the halls of power intoxicated with a sense of supremacy. Budd was viciously done in by Elle Driver and from the looks of the Democrat Party the future of liberalism is in jeopardy from those within its own ranks.

In truth, liberals in Washington are pathetic, washed-up, feeble tyrannical enforcers. Before being murdered Budd buried Beatrix alive just as leftists have repeatedly attempted to bury Rush. Beatrix left-for-dead rose from the grave like “Maha Rushie” who again and again escapes damage to his stellar career. Limbaugh resurrects behind a microphone, while “drive by media” types take victory laps celebrating the radio host’s career cooling in a crypt.

Hospitalized in Honolulu with chest pain Rush was reported to be in serious condition causing a corporate gasp in the Conservative community.  Unlike, comedian Wanda Sykes who, in May, extended typical liberal compassion by voicing the sentiment of the left, “Rush Limbaugh, ‘I hope the country fails’ — I hope his kidneys fail, how about that? “

In Kill Bill, Bill commissioned and then called off Elle Driver, the California Mountain Snake, to cheerfully finish off a comatose Beatrix. Beatrix Kiddo, like Rush, was down but not out. A whistle while working Elle arrived at the hospital prepared to inject cataleptic Kiddo with a concoction, whose contents insured the Samurai warrior remain asleep forever. Keeping in mind those who shared the Hawaiian Islands for vacation, it was in Rush’s best interest to prevent nurses with hypodermic needles access to his IV bag.

Given up for dead the man “with talent on loan from God” thankfully is very much alive. Kit Carson, Limbaugh’s chief of staff, told The Associated Press “Limbaugh left for his Christmas vacation on December 23 and was due to return to his show January 4. Carson didn’t have any information on whether that schedule would change.”

For liberals, the “Weapon of Mass Instruction” showing up behind the “Golden Microphone” four days after being rushed to the hospital, is worse than Beatrix with one fell swoop taking out Elle’ Driver’s viable eye. Rush reporting for work on Monday is on par with leaving the left dying from a Black Mamba venomous bite in a trailer next to the corpse of  “Sidewinder” Budd.

And so the Kill Bill story ends, raised by a pimp named Esteban Vihaio “Snake Charmer” Bill is tracked down by Beatrix.  The warrior confronts the enemy, meets and escapes from a cadre of killers with the child Kiddo once thought was dead.

Thus, will be the story of “America’s Truth-Detector,” the “most dangerous man in America,” Rush Hudson Limbaugh the Beatrix Kiddo of politics.  When all is said and done the standard-bearer champion of Conservatives’ will be “The Last Man Standing.” Limbaugh’s  “undeniable truth of life” as always is poised to survive, while liberalism, like the antagonist in Kill Bill, lies motionless and dead in the tall grass of political insignificance.

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The Banana Hammock Bomber


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First it was the Abdullah Asieri, the ass-assin who had American security experts, “pooping in their pants,” because the suicide butt bomber stuffed a pound of explosives and a handy detonator in his rectum.  Now Umar Farouk Abdulmutallab, better known as the ‘Banana Hammock Bomber’ carefully sewing explosive powder into his underwear has brought security awareness to a whole new level.  New, innovative terrorist tactics deserve to be designated worldwide as, the Butt-Balls Bomber Brigade.

Just sitting around with a pound of explosives up your ‘Ass-ieri’ is an impressive feat regardless of the motivation.  But blowing up your manhood, by detonating a bomb in such close proximity to the family jewels is equally extraordinary. Apparently, radical extremist Umar Farouk was firmly committed to making jihad, so much so,  Abdulmutallab willingly subjected his rocks to being rocked, while ‘striving in the way of Allah’.”

Interviewed immediately after being arrested, Umar said that holy warriors in Yemen believe putting ballocks first in line in a militant war is the ultimate testes for any serious terrorist.   Umar promised America to be warned that legions of  scrotal sacrificing soldiers are on the way “…carrying bombs to hit the enemies of God,”  tucked behind, inside and underneath various and sundry body parts.

After being detained Umar kept saying what many thought was “Ohmah Akbags,” but closer attention to what was being said revealed the bomber muttering “Allah Akbar.”

In addition, the young Nigerian kept insisting that, “Americans are ‘nuts’.”  The youthful terrorist told authorities that al-Qaida is determined to teach America what having real cullions really means, even if a martyr’s 72 virgin welcome into paradise has you arriving sans scrotum.

Carrying nothing more than his ‘bags’ on-board, Umar spent a long time locked in the bathroom readjusting his basket.  Upon returning to his seat, lunch was being served when Umar Farouk gave new meaning to the word “fire of my loins” by detonating and igniting his gonads, under a blanket, to the surprise of 278 passengers aboard the airline.

Disregarding private parts etiquette, Dutch video producer Jasper Schuringa scrambled over rows of seats to subdue Abdulmutallab as he tried to detonate a phial of powder strapped to his testicles.  Jasper sprung into action after hearing someone shouting: “Fire, fire.” He said: “I pulled the object from him and tried to extinguish the fire with my hands and threw it away.”

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Talk about giving all for the cause!  Subdued and overcome by passengers on Northwest flight 253, Umar Farouk’s drawers were, “… slightly charred and singed…the bomb packet still in place,” the Nigerian banana flambé, though burnt to a crisp, was found to miraculously still be intact.

Special thanks to Eric Daniel Brown

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Ho-Ho-Hobama the Santa Bandit


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State Police in Pennsylvania are asking for the public’s help in identifying a suspect who robbed a bank in Chadds Ford Township dressed like Santa Claus.  According to police, investigators are seeking a white male, wearing black sweatpants and sweatshirt and a fake grey “Santa Claus” beard.

Santa Claus is the iconic symbol of giving. An ebullient St. Nick spends all year crafting gifts in the North Pole, and then generously loads up the sleigh on Christmas Eve setting out on a global mission to disperse gifts to good boys and girls the world over.

Santa Claus caught on camera a robbing bank is a sure sign the world is in a downward spiral. And why not, ‘Baby face’ Nelson wannabes rejecting clown masks and donning Santa suits represents the present political climate in America.  It was role model, Barack Obama who promoted himself as Santa Claus and then after moving into the White House, whipped off the red Santa suit and transformed into famous bank robber Willie Sutton.

Obama is gracious, well mannered and gentlemanly and an “innovative robber” like Sutton who was renowned for being polite while performing armed robbery.  “One victim said witnessing one of Sutton’s robberies was like being at the movies, except the usher had a gun. When asked why he robbed banks, Sutton simply replied, “Because that’s where the money is.”

For a year orchestrated by a robber pretending to be an usher the nation has been in the midst of an uninterrupted stick up.  Like a movie, Americans have been reduced to spectators observing a burglary by a calm, pleasant bandit finessing money from hard working people, small businesses and the federal budget with such polish and coordination that grand larceny resembles a Radio City Music Hall Christmas Show.

Committing nationwide theft, while pretending to be Santa Claus, is downright blasphemous. If Obama were honest he’d ditch the Santa suit and slip on a pair of green Robin Hood tights. Dressing like Santa, as a precursor to theft, is as bad as a disguising a duck hunter as St. Francis of Assisi or an abortion clinic worker in a Mother Theresa-style sari.

Like Willie Sutton before him, Santa Claus Bandit Barack and his merry band of elves go where the “money is.” Though undeniably a heist, Obama justifies blatant thievery by redistributing stolen possessions from those who earned them to those who didn’t. Donning a Santa outfit the message Obama sends is: This year, children who deserve coal in Christmas stockings will be given brightly wrapped presents and hardworking children get nothing but coal.

In addition to sliding notes to tellers that say, “Scream and I’ll shoot,” Obama also drives the getaway car. Yet, clueless victims affectionately continue to cheer the brigand on.  Some misguided Americans still support a crook while liberal ideology holds economic, social and political futures ransom. A President pretending to be Father Christmas holds the barrel of a policy gun to America’s head demanding pockets be emptied into a socialistic attaché case held open by the person who swore to protect Constitutional rights to private property.

Replete with night goggles and a calculator Obama, in an effort to promote fairness, has spent many years carefully scoping out flourishing citizens to pinch.  Targeting specific economic stratums the Santa Bandit, with “a wink of his eye and a twist of his head” through political maneuvers imposes nothing but dread. Barack Obama issues a disingenuous holiday Christmas message to the nation that the Commander-in-Chief now claims the right to pilfer private property and describe it as giving.

Masquerading as Santa Claus all during the Presidential campaign, Barry Sotoero pledged to deliver a wish list. Crafty candidate Obama told the nation what it wanted to hear promising Christmas morning in America. Duped by Santa Bandit’s empty rhetoric, voters left the ballot booth on Election Day with “visions of sugar-plums dancing in their heads,” unaware that Obama, once in the White House, had alternate plans. Santa Bandit Barack premeditated delivering ill-gotten gains to folks deemed less fortunate from a sleigh filled to overflowing with goods stolen from those who merely anticipated a future filled with Presidential hope and change.

Obama’s socialist intent has always been to shimmy down America’s corporate chimney and initially a majority welcomed the visit. However just a few months after the election more and more Americans clearly began to recognize an imposter was hiding under the fake Santa beard. What Obama fails to realize is that Americans can spot Marxists from miles away, especially when draped in red.

Substituting “ho-ho-ho” with “hands-up,” Obama spent the past year scarfing down chocolate chip cookies and glugging down every drop of hot cocoa leaving not one stray crumb behind for America’s children or even generations of children yet unborn. As trusting tax-payers lay all snug in bed, instead of checking off the electorate’s Christmas list, fake Santa Barack spent the past year attempting to stuff personal property, freedom and independence into oversized legislative duffel bags in hopes of dragging the plunder to a government equivalent of the North Pole.

So, “Yes, Virginia there is a Santa Claus.” However, the only surprise in the empty stocking hanging on the mantle this Christmas morning is the harsh realization that Barack Obama is nothing more than a charlatan.  The President of the United States is a counterfeit Santa, sticking-up the nation like a bank under siege in Chadds Ford Township, Pennsylvania, dressed up and hiding behind a cheap, grey beard.

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Senatorial Stockholm Syndrome


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Oftentimes, in order to survive, victims identify and form bonds with individuals or groups who have the power to hold captive futures or well-being.  The physiological definition for the phenomenon is called, Stockholm syndrome.  Stockholm syndrome develops when a victim endeavors to stay alive by “obsessively identifying” with a captor, resulting in a “warped personal psyche” as evidenced through the injured parties “sympathy for the tormenter.”

Stockholm syndrome is identifiable in hostage victims like Joe Lieberman.  Senator Lieberman forged a reputation as a protector of freedom by persistently threatening to vote against Obama’s health care bill.  However, since taken hostage by the Democratic Party, Joe emerges from intense wooing sessions with Obama; muttering statements like, “Put me down as encouraged at the direction in which these discussions are going.”

Lieberman’s extended Oval Office conferences have magically transformed the Independent’s reliably sensible opinion to uncharacteristic compliance with insanity. Barry DeFreeze Soetoro evidently convinced Lieberman that ‘staying alive’ politically takes precedence over maintaining a reputation as a nonconformist.  In response, like any self-respecting victim of Stockholm syndrome, Lieberman has broken ranks with self-identity, adopted the likes and dislikes of the Democratic Party’s position on health care reform, and manifested a politically ‘warped psyche’.

Based on sudden support for a bill the Senator vowed to filibuster with the GOP, Lieberman appears to be suffering from a severe case of Patty Hearst-style Stockholm syndrome. Classic Stockholm syndrome occurs when those held hostage display empathy for and even allegiance to detainers after “…being held captive for brief but intense periods [emphasis mine].” Fresh from closeted meetings with Obama, Lieberman told reporters if Medicare expansion and a government insurance plan are stricken from the legislation, “I’m going to be in a position where I can say what I’ve wanted to say all along: that I’m ready to vote for health care reform.”

Lieberman’s change in demeanor from one day to the next stirs up vivid memories of kidnap victim Patty Hearst held captive in a closet one minute and donning a beret, a jumpsuit, and a lightweight semi-automatic the next. Joe Lieberman’s odd behavior puts him in solid contention to replace Patty Hearst as poster child for Stockholm syndrome.

The Hearst heiress’s brush with notoriety came in 1974 when kidnapped from a Berkeley, California apartment by a militant left-wing guerilla group called the Symbionese Liberation Army. The name ‘symbionese’ has roots in the word symbiosis, which is defined as, “…a body of dissimilar bodies and organisms living in deep and loving harmony.” The group accomplished the harmonious goal of socialist utopian ideals through hostage taking and murder?

By forcibly denying freedom to some, the Symbionese advanced ‘liberation’ to others.   Marxist/Leninist ‘Che’Guevara’s believed that “… the true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love.” Thus, love, coercion and abduction are not contradictory concepts to socialists wresting property by force if violence is followed by ‘lovingly’ bestowing ill-gotten gains on the less fortunate.

Obvious similarities exist between 1970’s urban guerilla group tactics and the Socialist Liberal Army residing in the seat of power in Washington DC today. SLA techniques differ little from current legislative policy initiatives attempting to impose liberal concepts of fairness on the American public through exercise of oppressive political power.

Presently, the Capitol Hill SLA is mobilizing to redistribute wealth by couching Marxist policy in health care reform.    A liberal contingency of left-wing politicians hold a nation, largely opposed to the bill captive in order to further social justice by “leveling the playing field” through control and destruction of the present health care system.

Held hostage in a closet, a blindfolded Patty Hearst was “brainwashed” and abused.  The heiress’s captors knew that breaking Patty’s psyche was imperative to achieving symbolic and reparative redistribution. In like manner, left-wing politicians attempt to persuade America to sign onto bad policy, while simultaneously strong-arming political opposition like Joe Lieberman, Blanche Lincoln, Ben Nelson and Mary Landrieu.  Politicians use pork as ransom to pressure non-compliant moderates to join in national thievery reluctant captives would normally take a pass on.

In 1974, the SLA realized that without kidnapping Patty Hearst they lacked leverage to force a publishing mogul to relinquish millions of dollars to feed the hungry or to demand SLA murderers be released from jail. Likewise, Obama is cognizant that health care reform has zero chance of passing if Joe Lieberman’s independent spirit goes unaddressed.  Without Lieberman’s vote, socialists cannot free prisoners of poverty, reallocate prosperity, punish the rich and control 1/6th of the nation’s economy.  Hijacking the Connecticut Senator and isolating him from outside influence may be the only hope the Democratic bill has to survive.

Between February and April of 1974 an interesting phenomenon took place in the Hearst kidnap case.  In a few short months a child of privilege changed her name from Patty Campbell Hearst toTania, relinquished her individualism and identified with those who unlawfully imprisoned her.  An heiress was successfully recruited to the urban revolution becoming a recognizable symbol of militant socialism’s ability to subjugate “The Man.”

Like Patty Hearst, sauntering around on surveillance camera in Hibernia Bank, Joe Lieberman falsely perceives he possesses personal clout to convince Democrats to alter a horrendous bill.  Truth is much like Hearst symbolized the ability to exploit duress to steer a social policy debate, Joe Lieberman is merely the left’s tool. Lieberman controls nothing; but rather under the auspices of negotiation and false capitulation is an object of manipulation by relentless socialist liberals in Washington DC.

Reid, Pelosi and Obama’s full intent is to dictate social policy and finance a massive power grab with stolen money.  Passing health care reform is just an entrée to future expansion where implementing universal health care can be fully realized. Without Joe Lieberman’s vote the hope to one-day implement a single payer system dies.

To date Stockholm syndrome victim Joe Lieberman hasn’t officially entered a bank with a M1 Carbine in tow, although the Connecticut Senator is presently crammed in a get away car between Nancy ‘Mizmoon’ Pelosi, ‘Willie Wolf ‘Reid and Field Marshal Cinque Sotoero en route to the job

Joe Lieberman has been targeted by an activist band of political guerillas wearing dark blue suits and red power ties.  The goal is to transform the Senator from moderate opposition to measured compliance. Lieberman is finding out that just like urban warriors, Washington DC policy guerillas are determined, devoted and militant.  Socialist Liberal Armies (SLA) 4-star General Joe Bideneven admitted, “…lawmakers shouldn’t underestimate Obama’s commitment to the issue.”

So, the next Presidential ‘secret’ meeting Lieberman emerges from announcing support for a flawed bill, don’t be fooled America, it is not a true conversion the nation is witnessing, but a new fangled ‘Tania’ joining a health care heist as victim of senatorial Stockholm syndrome.

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Shady Senatorial Dealings


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Nevada is on fire with opportunity.  Prostitution has been legal in rural Nevada since the early seventies and now owner of the Shady Lady Ranch, Bobbi Davis hopes to hire Nevada’s first legal male prostitutes.  The female owner of the brothel claims now that Nevada state health officials have approved a method to test men for infectious diseases, male prostitutes could be hired within the month.

Politics and prostitution are similar, just ask Ben Nelson of (D-Neb) who believes “Change is never easy, but change is what’s necessary in America.” If Bobbi Davis manages to usher in change by making a dent in the male prostitution market, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid can direct the Nevadan Madame toward a large pool of accessible applicants.  In fact, Reid may even be able to recommend specific gentlemen experienced in the field that, as a result of an impending election, may be available for work.

Attempting to pass health care reform has brought morally unrestrained political libertines out of the woodwork en masse in Washington DC. While, politicians do not typically engage in ‘sex’ acts for money per se, accepting capital to agree to do things one would normally morally oppose can only be defined as prostitution. Thus, prostitution runs rampant on Capitol Hill because money has become the primary incentive for garnering votes.

Unfortunately for America, unbridled prostitution taking place on Capitol Hill and senators voting for health care reform presents a greater menace to national well being than HIV to streetwalkers.

Take for example, Ben Nelson of Nebraska who proudly identifies himself as one of four pro-life Democrats in the Senate.  Nelson held the moneybag for months threatening obstruction of health care reform based on the bill’s legislative language on the key issue of federal funding for abortion.  Nelson’s staunch stand against subsidizing abortion with tax dollars situated the Senator in the unique position to be offered and accept 30 pieces of silver in the form of federal aid for Nebraska. According to Senator John McCain, R-Arizona, “Nelson’s victory came at the expense of 49 states.” In other words, Nelson’s payoff betrayed American taxpayers and turned the nation over to be crucified.

Ben Nelson’s priority concerning the slaughtering of the unborn vanished when Nebraska secured permanent exemption from funding federal Medicaid expansion.  When presented with the choice to either obstruct abortion funding, or host a second Nebraskan Black Hills Gold Rush in the form of $45 million to state coffers– for Ben Nelson, a flush state treasury trumped saving babies. “Nebraska’s Republican Sen. Mike Johanns said he was “stunned and incredibly disappointed,” and called the compromise’s abortion language a “watered-down accounting gimmick that leads to Nebraska taxpayers subsidizing abortions in other states.”

Ben Nelson’s ‘cornhusker kickback/Nebraska windfall” makes the Senator a potential member of Bobbi’s staff at the sex ranch.  If the Madame is looking for male prostitutes Nelson  ‘kissing Jesus’ and then selling himself for a price makes the Senator a prime contender to secure one of the two plum positions for men at the brothel after the first of the year.

Davis said, “she wants to add two men to the three women she currently has living” at the bordello.  Who better to help the Madame identify candidates for the job than Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid who, like Bonni Davis, can recognize a penny-candy hustler a mile away?

Like a pimp, Monsieur Senator Reid employs, “psychological intimidation, manipulation and force” to coerce resistant Senators into signing onto the health care reform.  Harry Reid has successfully overseen a federal escort service where Senators receive sordid gain providing services, in the form of votes, to liberal political Johns on Capitol Hill whose intent is to ravage the nation’s freedom, security and economic stability.

Luckily for Bonni Davis, Reid has more than a few candidates who meet the cathouse criteria for employment. Wooly Mammoth Ben Nelson would be attractive to a small, but specific group of clientele, while the Bernie Sanders type might be alluring to those who typically prefer Ben and Jerry to Ben Nelson. The Senator from Nebraska providing a more conservative addition to Davis’ stable of male workers than the liberal Bernie Sanders, I-Vermont who proudly professes, “Yeah, I wouldn’t deny it. Not for one second. I’m a democratic socialist.”

Senator Bernie Sanders supports a single-payer system and a Medicare buy-in provision. Contrary, to Ben Nelson’s complaint, the Vermont Senator considers the legislation too conservative, or not liberal enough. Sanders said, “I’m struggling with this…as of this point, I’m not voting for the bill… my vote is not secure at this point.”

Mandatory requirements for liberal support have always been Medicare expansion and the public option. Harry Reid slashed both, while working the senate strip-attracting centrist votes from moderate senators like Louisianan fille de joie, Landrieu and the rent-boy from the Nutmeg State, Joe Lieberman. Bernie Sanders being “undecided” about the health care vote did not present a predicament for Monsieur Reid who is adept at initiating hesitant values virgins into prostituting principles with piggy payoffs.

Harry Reid wooed Democrat holdout, Bernie Sanders, by flashing a gold tooth and a fat money clip.  The Senate Majority Leader ushered a “…clearly more enthusiastic” Sanders toward a ‘sweetheart deal’ in the form of “$10 billion in new funding for community health centers.” Bernie Sanders, who vehemently opposed the bill a day prior, was gently initiated into a 60-vote quorum.  A tossle-headed Bernie emerged from negotiations breathless and disheveled unabashedly transitioning from a cabin of personal conviction in Vermont into Harry’s Washington DC house of joy.

Proprietor of the Shady Lady Ranch, Bonnie Davis, remains hopeful that men can start working at her brothel at the beginning of the New Year. Ms. Davis contends, the state of Nevada, like the Democrat run Senate has, “…worked hard for years to make the traditional brothel business…socially acceptable and something we can be proud of.”

Currently, Davis has five bedrooms to fill with male and female strumpets. $100 million dollar courtesan Mary Landrieu was recommended by Reid last month for one of the openings and is currently in the process of negotiating salary and seriously considering, if need be, accepting an offer to shift from a Senate seat into a niche in the iniquitous desert den. Clearly, bawdy harlots like Ben Nelson and Bernie Sanders would gladly join Mary and submit to selling services to anyone willing to pay the price.

Right now, Madame Bonnie Davis is in a unique position of being the recipient of Nevada State Senator Harry Reid, overseer of a senatorial House of Ill Repute providing his state’s Brothel Owners Association with two highly experienced male gigolos Ben Nelson and Bernie Sanders. Davis, anxious to bring both guys onboard, has just one last quandary to surmount regarding, “…how to structure the men’s pricing?” Bonni can count on Reid to help out in that area too, because if anybody knows how much to pay male prostitutes, Harry sure does.

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