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Posted on 10/06/2003 9:22:19 PM PDT by Brian_Baldwin
Horse Manure is not Figs, Mr. Davis
Well, today was your last day to sell a few figs, Mr. Davis. You’ve been shining them up as figs for so long, pumping those fists, pointing them fingers, high five’n with your buds at the L.A. Times, and just what were those things you’ve been picking up and shinin’ as figs, Mr. Davis? You think, anyone wants your little figs?
. . . Now? . . . . . . Governor?
Your progressives were always talking about revolution. Revolution this, revolution that – but your progressives would never invite the regular people to the discussion. I guess those progressives, they was progressive elites. Special interest progressives who needed money from special interests to fund your progressives talk about revolution.
Progressives. Revolution.
Then you had these regular folks. And, they made one.
A revolution.
So progressive that, Mr. Governor. And your little dog, too.
The fat, bald-headed little dog.
You and your special interests, and your Los Angeles Times, they couldn’t stop the law of progression. Progression is different from progressive. Experience should have taught you and the Los Angeles Times, that the law of progression and it’s natural headway, ever moving, applies to every righteous struggle. In this case, the law amounts to an axiom. As this recall struggle progressed onward, every twist and element simply helped to swell a gradual current, and there is a constant growth which leads, and will lead, to even more important, future, consequence. The day after tomorrow, isn’t the end of the recall. Very soon, what you all called the circus, will be the wooden stage where the people will start putting up the figurative guillotines. There will be, as you said, more recalls to come. Recalls, and recalls of a different sort. You progressives think, that at least it will be over come tomorrow, that the people will have had a belly full of recalls forever. But maybe not. But, maybe it will only make them hungry. Why stop the fun, now? Just watch. And, it will be fantastic. They won’t be buying your little figs anymore, and that’s for sure.
The country man always first puts up the actor as his spokesperson. Nothing wrong with that. See now, the country man got a set of wheels. The country man on wheels. And here he’s comin’! Riding to Sacramento. They wanna’ see the Governor, and it ain’t you. None of your progressives, either. The country man, he isn’t gone to see the legislature. Gone to see the Governor. And it ain’t you.
And, the country man isn’t loading your figs on his wagon. Nope. He’s loadin’ hops on the wagon. And soon, they is all gonna’ be drinkin’ beer made from them hops. And. Well, when they’s start to build those figurative guillotines, I guess they wanna’ go after a bunch of them special interests, and, figuratively, well – you know, headless - and there is more of a bunch in that legislature then just one whose the new Governor.
Maybe the legislature better start to “head on out” sooner, bein’ it’s better than “head off”.
Dirty politics.
Yup.
And now, the regular folks, they maybe are going to play some politics from here on out, too.
Maybe, magistrate their OWN Lost Angeles Times.
You called them the potato people. And, since they got to get dirty digging potatoes, they may as well get dirty doing politics, too. They got a truck full of dirt coming, for you and your friends. Your friends, who been calling folks up during their dinner time and disturbin’ them with telemarketing about no on recall. How come your friends aren’t on 1-800 no call list?
Maybe the people will start calling you and your friends at home, too. Call the Senator Lady at home. Unlisted? Hey. No problem-o. You see? Spanish. No problem-o. Or is that, Italian?
There’s a quick solution to all this illegal immigration from South of the Border. And, that’s more immigration and otherwise. Of Russians.
For every one illegal alien coming from Mexico, we bring in three Russians, Austrians, and Arnolds. Sure, we will become over populated, and the Russian mafia, and all that. Heck, but it’s worth a try, if you think about it. Fire with fire.
Bring in the Russians, give them the vote! Register them ALL REPUBLICANS!
Ha, ha, ha, a-haaaaa! Potato people, and vodka! And, TO THE REVOLUTION!
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