[Endeavor]

Shall I tell you what we would do with pepe le pew in Texas? That limp-wristed pantywaste would get pregnancy check duty on my herd of Santa Gertrudis - all 300 head - and that would be before breakfast. After a round of heuvos rancheros, we'd get down to the castrating and the dehorning and the vaccinating and the ear tagging. No doubt frenchie's breakfast would revisit him. Then, we'd take a break for a big 'ol lunch of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and gallons of iced tea. If Frenchie's still thirsty, he can saunter over to the stock pond and put his mayonaise jar underneath the pipe pouring pure spring water into the pond and drink from that. Then, we move over to the lower 40 and go at it again on the herd down there. Do you think frenchie could make one day of this? I don't think so. Frenchie Kerry could invite all his frenchie friends over to help - we could sell tickets and make it a Bush campaign fund raiser. Good, eh?

[mountaineer]

Considering Pepe (he of the $175 haircuts), like Blubba Clinton, has never held a real job in his life (okay, except for a couple years as a prosecutor 30 years ago), I don't think he'd cope very well with the regimen you've suggested. Might get a blister or something. You don't have to be a "Bushie" to appreciate the contrast between Dubya and his chainsaw, and Poofy Pepe and his manicured nails.

[BigWaveBetty]

we could sell tickets and make it a Bush campaign fund raiser. Good, eh?

Very good. We'd sell a boat load of tickets to that freak show!