I had an uncle once who was really smart and crabby all the time. He seemed like a good guy, but he just couldn't stop complaining. Whining really. Let's call him Uncle Johnny. I'd say, "Hey, Uncle Johnny, things aren't so bad." And, he'd kick the cat and complain about the mayor. I'd say, "Hey, Uncle Johnny, how about those Mets!" And, he'd go on and on about how lazy people are and how they were always sticking it to him.
Now, I'll give it to you that people are lazy motherf*ckers. But, stop spitting on me and pass the butter. Okay, fine. Maybe a government study on which brand of sex gel is better for your complexion seems a bit wasteful. At first. But, you just took an extra helping of mashed potatoes. Don't deny it. You did. I saw it.
So, you know, the Tea Party. Really unpleasant. And, not that funny either. I mean most of their jokes would be rejected by the Golden Girls. Show me the funny already. You call this a Tea Party? Where are the scones?
Remember Ronald Reagan? He was totally invited to Thanksgiving dinner. Everybody's happy grandfather. Old and wise and smelled nice. Those people on cable news? I'm not sure what they had for dinner, but they definitely clear the room.
But, at least they have the homecoming queen. Jesus is going to have a helluva time running against her two years from now.
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