"What is the Republican Party Reptile? It is a creature of the eighties. It’s neoconservatism with its pants down around its ankles, the Rehnquist Supreme Court on drugs, a disco Hobbes living without shame or federally mandated safety regulations. The Republican Party Reptile supports a strong defense policy, but sees no reason to conduct it while sober. The RPR believes in minimum government interference in private affairs—unless the government brings over extra girls and some ice. In short, the RPR is the new label that our political spectrum has been crying out for—the conservative with a sense of humor and a healthy dose of depravity." - P. J. O'Rourke
The reminds me I need to hit the liquor store on the way home.
NFP
What's interesting is that the Kerry blurbs are predictable (my word of choice will be "mislead"), while Bush's aren't. I predict that Bush will be ready with a clever, reserved, Presidential "there you go again"-type response to Kerry taking a position inconsistent with a past statement.
I have no idea how he will phrase it, but I'll bet Peggy is helping him come up with an appropriate zinger. (Others have sugggested "is that your final answer?", but I find it dated, snippy, and would be annoying if repeated.)
The winner is the one who stays coherent longest.
-Eric
Here's a surefire way to get good and f'ed up - take a shot anytime Kerry's tongue comes out of his mouth.
Shortly after I returned from Vietnam, I purchased a then 30 year old bottle of Scotch. I had planned to pour it on Robert McNamara's grave after straining it through my kidneys. Before I placed the bottle into my safe deposit box, I heard John F'ing Kerry calling me and about 2.5 million other Americans murderers and members of the Army of Ghengis Kahn. I then resolved I would pour that whiskey on his grave after straining it through my kidneys.
I now have a problem. I may not out live the sunuvabitch (Yeah, I know, that's a blast to his mother, but she is largely responsible for how the sunuvabitch is!). I now have a 63 year old bottle of whiskey for which I may need to borrow some kidneys.
I first ask for your prayers (that I outlive the sunuvabitch, not that I hand the bottle over to you). Then I ask for volunteers who expect to be around in 25 years with kidneys in decent enough shape to strain the whiskey.
Shortly after I returned from Vietnam, I purchased a then 30 year old bottle of Scotch. I had planned to pour it on Robert McNamara's grave after straining it through my kidneys. Before I placed the bottle into my safe deposit box, I heard John F'ing Kerry calling me and about 2.5 million other Americans murderers and members of the Army of Ghengis Kahn. I then resolved I would pour that whiskey on his grave after straining it through my kidneys.
I now have a problem. I may not out live the sunuvabitch (Yeah, I know, that's a blast to his mother, but she is largely responsible for how the sunuvabitch is!). I now have a 63 year old bottle of whiskey for which I may need to borrow some kidneys.
I first ask for your prayers (that I outlive the sunuvabitch, not that I hand the bottle over to you). Then I ask for volunteers who expect to be around in 25 years with kidneys in decent enough shape to strain the whiskey.