Grate! Another cereal liar who should be mute and irrevalunt!
Spell czech is knot yore friend!
“F” off, Lurch!
Because you finally found somebody who's an even bigger phony than you are?
It's always about race to these guys. There he is just trying to help the squaw out.
The MSM had Lizzie all set up as unstoppable when she announced.
She’s done a great job of stumbling over her own flubs.
Impressive that even in Kennedy country she may lose.
Can we make our donations in beads, trinkets and repeatin’ rifles?
They want a donation...
Should I send them $24 worth of cheap trinkets?
Whoever sharpie’d the numbers sucks. 730-45-0049/1110
I wonder if Live Shot (that’s what a local Boston talk host calls him) ever paid the Massachusetts sales that was due on that $600K yacht he bought.I also wonder if he’s ever paid the Massachusetts state excise tax due on the vessel.
Soylent Green is people-powered energy.
It matters whether the environment committee is chaired by a climate change denier.
Woo-Woo Warren
Maybe you could loan her your lucky hat from Cambodia, Francois.
A Cherokee Indian princess, Princess Bowels, lived in a teepee on the reservation.
One day she received a letter from the state division of highways that said that they were going to build a freeway and it would go right through where her teepee was located and she would have to move.
She was very upset about this because her ancestors had lived in that exact place for many generations.
She decided to go into town to talk to someone and get them to change the route of the freeway.
She arrived in town but didn’t know where to go so she asked someone for directions to the local office of the highway department. She was told to go three blocks straight ahead then turn left for two blocks and it would be on the right.
She went three blocks straight ahead then turned right and went into the building on the left. It was a drugstore.
The druggist asked her if he could help her and she replied. “I am native American Cherokee princess. Bowels no move!”
“Oh,” said the druggist. That’s no problem. Take a tablespoonful of this twice a day for a week.” he said, as he handed her a bottle of light intestinal lubricant.
One week later she returned. “Hello,” said the druggist. “Did that medicine work?”
“Bowels still no move! My friend is senator, war hero.” she said.
“Well, well ... Did he happen to serve in Vietnam?” asked the druggist. “Never mind, it appears that we will have to use something a little stronger. Take this four times a day for a week.” And he handed her a half-gallon bottle of heavy mineral oil.
One week later she returned. “Hello again,” said the druggist. “How are you doing?”
“Bowels still no move! I take classes in mail, am lawyer now.” said the Princess.
“Oh my goodness!” said the druggist. “This really calls for something drastic. This is the most powerful treatment for constipation on the market. Take it eight times a day for a week.” And he lifted a gallon bottle of industrial strength castor oil laced with laxatives on to the counter and handed it to her.
One week later she returned. When the druggist saw her he asked, “Bowels move?”
“Bowels have to move” said Princess Warren. “Teepee full of shit.”
Faux-a-hontas was her name,
Such a sorry sight to see.
And the truth? It was not in her,
Tho’ a senator she wanted to be.
Faux-a-hontas loved Affirmative Action,
With a love big as the sky.
Yes she loved the gub’mint money,
With a love that wouldn’t die.
She couldn’t make it on her own,
To the Harvard job she eyed.
The way was just too hard she moaned,
But she got it when she lied.
In the cloisters of old Cambridge,
She was safe from prying eyes.
When she tried to leave the college,
They uncovered her disguise.
“I am a Cherokee maid” cried she,
“See my cheekbones, hear my tale.
How dare you commonfolk doubt me!”
But she complained to no avail.
The commonfolk did hue and cry,
“An imposter, not a Cherokee!
She made it up, she told a lie,
No indian maid is she.”
Yet on the river bank we see,
Faux-a-hontas stands so bold.
“It’s not a lie!” she screams her plea,
“If you believe it when it’s told.”
This woman needs to get back to her “home” in Bridgewater for evaluation.