Posted on 04/22/2010 11:56:54 AM PDT by Sub-Driver
Carville calls Palin and Santorum 'reptiles' By Eric Zimmermann - 04/22/10 02:39 PM ET
James Carville upped the rhetoric against Republicans today, calling Sarah Palin and former Sen. Rick Santorum (R-Pa.) "reptiles."
In a fundraising letter for the DCCC, Carville blasts Palin and Santorum for campaigning for the Republican candidate in the special election to replace late Rep. Jack Murtha (D-Pa.).
"First there was Sarah Palin. Now we can add another Republican reptile from the past trying to help the GOP win House races this year - former Pennsylvania Senator Rick Santorum," Carville said.
The Democratic strategist also had some harsh words for Tea Partiers, whom he called "fire-breathing tea party nut jobs."
"Santorum and his fellow nut jobs on the right-wing lunatic fringe know that another Republican win in a special election like this will send the media into a tizzy about how it's all over for President Obama's agenda and how the GOP has all the momentum this year," he wrote.
This is desperation at work here.
Now there's a classic text book case of projection you don't see everyday.;-)
This coming from Serpent-head.
That should be taken as a compliment, coming from old serpent head.
When did this guy have any class. If they are loosing, they call people names. That’s how you know when you have them on the run.
pot/kettle.
Oh Jimmy, I barf at the very thought of you.
Carville and Olberwoman ought to get totgether and take their act on the road. Both are weenies and they deserve each other.
Utterings from Carville are automatically stupid, IMO.
Exactly — I was going to write a facetious, “Well, he oughta know” my own self.
Exactly
Carville and the Dems are “D-Baggers”....
Good comparison.
Small excerpt from a 12-year-old parody, James Carville - The E! True Washington Story:
E! Narrator: Over the next hour, we'll look at the runaway train that was the career of James Carville - and the inevitable train wreck that ensued. It is a tale of political warfare and betrayals, career success and personal destruction, and finally it is a tale of unspeakable evil. You’ll see it all, on tonight's E! True Washington Story.
James Carville was born on October 25, 1944. He grew up the oldest of eight children in Carville, Louisiana, a brackish backwater bend on the Mississippi River. The small town of Carville was named after James’ grandfather, who was the town's postmaster and owner of the general store. After the conviction of James Carville, the town changed its name to honor its first mayor, William Hitler. Shortly thereafter, the town changed its name to Town.
His father was a determined, but by all accounts inept, human fly. He died very young. His mother, known to all as Miss Nippy, sold ski equipment door-to-door, while trying to keep her eight children out of trouble. Money was very tight.
(Scene: A sad old woman, sitting in a sundress, under a canopy of hackberry and magnolia trees. Title - Eva Daigrepont - Carville family friend.)
Daigrepont: Miss Nippy was always taking in stray dogs and the like. She loved all the Lord’s creatures, but that boy a hers - he were different. In a scary way… like he were not of this place. I caught him eating a muskrat one day, he didn’t even have the sense to kill it first. They were rolling around the grass biting each other. That James, he won. I seen him later…he got fur in his teeth and blood all down his shirt. He sayed “Good morning” to me like he ain’t got a care in the world. A real strange one - that James.
E! Narrator: Childhood was not easy for James. His family was poor, as were most of the townsfolk, but it was the taunting of the other children that hurt him most.
(Scene: Skinny, old, toothless man on a sagging porch. Sunny day. Leans back on ratty couch, with a Pabst Blue Ribbon in his hand. Title - Chester Ludlow - Neighbor.)
Ludlow: The kids was oft times mean to him. Ya know, chasing him with sticks, hollarin’ “Lizard Face!”. It were even worser when the adults joined in. Even did it myself, I’m ‘shamed to say. I was drunk, and I couldn’t help it…ya know, I’d see that lizard face a his and git all riled. Heh…heh…I throwed him down an outhouse once…I guess that were wrong. Funny as hell, though…he liked it down there, wouldn’t come out for days.
E! Narrator: Even his siblings were less than kind.
(Scene: Dirty, fat woman in her fifties. Smoking a pipe and sitting on a green padded bench, once part of a school bus. Title - Murnel Boudreaux - James Carville’s sister.)
Boudreaux: I rememba taking Jimmy down the bayou. We tied ‘em up and toll him we was fixing to feed him to the gators. Done it, too. Throwed him in, but the gators swam away. Not a lot a meat on him…couple days later we went back and fished him out…He stunk sumpin’ fierce…Raymond!! Git off yer sista! You know she got her visitor dis week!
E! Narrator: In 1962, James escaped from the horrors of his childhood by entering Louisiana State University. After four years, James was proud to become the first member of his family to fail out of college.
(Scene: Bookish man in tweed, sitting amongst leather-bound books in the school library. Title - Dr. D.L. Crochet - Provost LSU.)
Crochet: James was not the brightest young fellow I’ve ever met. In fact, he couldn’t even spell LSU. But, he was tenacious. Most students as plain dumb as James fail out after their first semester. It took James four years. The other students mostly stayed away from him, him being a lizard face and all. They were scared - he was suspended once for eating a bug in his Introduction to Pre-Remedial Studies class.
E! Narrator: Following his dismissal from LSU, James joined the Marine Corps. He was stationed for two years at San Diego’s Camp Pendleton. His commanding officer had nothing but kind things to say about him.
(Scene: A burly military man, standing in the bright sun, next to a jeep. Title - Sergeant Jack Norris - USMC.)
Norris: He was a great motivater for the other men in his company. Before a five mile run, we’d tell James that the first guy he caught he could lick on the mouth. Then we’d let him go. Funniest shit I ever saw. Them guys’d run like their ass was on fire. This foaming at the mouth psycho chasing ‘em all over camp, swirling his lizard tongue at them. Even the fat bastards would haul ass. Then we’d give him some raw hamburger and let him sleep in the motor pool. Best conditioned company I ever had. Shame he went psycho…could see it coming, though.
E! Narrator: After the marines and a six year stint in a law firm, James began his political career....
Why doesn’t Carville just go in and get the tongue spliced, and be done with it? The guy would definitely know a reptile if he saw one, so he’s obviously lying here.
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