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Edited on Tue May-23-06 03:46 AM by Kutjara
My blood pressure was getting dangerously low, so I tuned in to Commandant Bill. It looks like he's decided to reinvent himself as a kind of benevolent uncle to Democratic candidates. Awww, how nice.
The focus of his deranged ravings...sorry, I mean insightful commentary is that the various protests staged around the country by the 'far-left' (by which he seems to mean anyone with at least two functioning braincells and a conscience) will turn voters away from Democrats come election time. Yes, my fellow lefties, if we use the only avenues available to us to express our outrage and shame at the right-wing takeover of America, we are thereby undermining our chances of ever gaining power again. So sayeth Lord Bill.
It therefore follows that the Democratic candidates for office in the upcoming elections must distance themselves as much as possible from anything that smells even remotely 'left.' They must instead 'stay the course' and be 'moderate.' Moderation appears to mean agreeing with anything the Repugs say.
As is the Great Man's fashion, O'Lielly dragged on a talking head. Presumably there was some mixup because the flunky he got, one Mary Anne Marsh by name, obviously hadn't read the script. She was initially billed as a 'Fox Political Analyst' (the TV journalism equivalent of 'KFC chicken welfare officer') but, when she started disagreeing with The Shame of the Irish, the onscreen label rapidly changed to 'Democratic Strategist.' I would have laughed-up my spleen if the volte-face hadn't been such a perfect example of our corrupt media in action.
Well, Ms. Marsh expressed some quite reasonable opinions about how the protesters may have lacked polish, but they were certainly getting their message out and, anyway, were merely the vocal expression of what a lot of people in the country feel. At least, I think that's what she said because the Poison Leprechaun's splutterings and interruptions ruined whatever flow the 'debate' may have otherwise had.
I'm constantly amazed at the imagination and variety with which Repug shills peddal their wares.
Anyway, my bloodpressure's now up to a healthy 250/190, so the show had the desired effect.
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