Posted on 12/13/2002 4:00:06 AM PST by Mo1
translation: " hi, it's me,Missie, and I am typin while mommy is out of the room. I think Lott is an idiot too but you humans can't let the dems win this one and have the senate go to damocprtos....it will end up raising the price of cat food and I'll end up with the cheap stuff at the grocery store and any kitty who has had that know it is icky."
......Westy.....
in about one hour.....BC time about 6:15. I know you'll appreciate them jumping onto your bed. Take two aspirin and stop thinking about Trent Lott.
:-)
This may start playing a normal course and slink away after the Sunday talk shows. It will only take up about 10 per cent of tv air time this coming week. The real play is likely to occur next year...how to allow Trent to bow out without losing the Senate.
I think I finally have calmed down about this whole thing. It's so hard to watch these firestorms blow in. Yeah...Lott was dumb, shouldn't have said that....probably can no longer lead in the long run (although that is not a certainty). But my G*d.....what an example of the power and the double standard in our media, and what an example of how the Dems will fight to advance their horrid agenda.
How to fight this stuff?
*perplexed*
If only I knew how.
:-)
Oh good grief. I must have missed something.....kinda like going into the theater 20 minutes into a movie.
Oh but it was beautiful watching Ann Coulter last night telling "babycakes" Al Sharpton, that the Rats were the party of racism and always had been! BOOM! He didn't know what to say!
"Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace" said the younger of the two. "Take us to your leader." The gas pump (of course) didn't respond. The younger alien looked cross, and the older one spotted this. "I wouldn't push it, if I were you" suggested the older one. The younger creature ignored the warning and repeated the greeting. Again there was no response. Annoyed by what he perceived to be the pump's haughty attitude, he drew his ray gun, and said impatiently, "Greetings Earthling. We come in peace. Do not ignore us in this way! Take us to your leader, or I will fire!" The older alien again warned his comrade, "You don't want to do that. You really don't want to make him mad!" "Rubbish," replied the younger alien at his rapidly retreating comrade. He carefully aimed his weapon at the pump and fired.
There was a huge explosion. A massive fireball roared outwards and towards them and blew the younger alien off his feet and deposited him in a burnt and crumpled mess 200 yards into the desert. Thirty-five Earth minutes later, when he finally regained consciousness, refocused his three eyes and straightened his bent antenna array, he looked dazedly up at the wiser one, who was standing over him, slowly shaking his big green head. "What a ferocious creature," said the young, fried one. "It damn near killed us! How did you know it was so dangerous?" The older alien leaned over, placed a friendly feeler onto the crispy one, and shared some knowledge...
"There's one thing I've learned during my travels through the galaxy," he said, "When a guy has a penis he can wrap around himself twice and then stick it in his own ear, -- you don't mess with him."
If he is that kind of scumbag, then we are better off with a straight up weasel like Tommy Dashle.
So9
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