The horror... the horror..
Liberals...liberals have a face... and you must make a friend of liberals. Liberals and progressives are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies! I remember when I was in Greece... seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a village and hired some children to do some work for us. We left the camp after we had paid the children for their work, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every arm and taken their money because their money had to be given to everyone.
Not just those who worked for it.
There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn't know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it... I never want to forget.
And they took that money, and they spent it on government beaurocrats, and an Olympic venue that would be used just once.. spent it on the agrofylaki..
And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God... the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men... just stupid men. These men who had families, who had children,.. but they had the stupidity... the stupidity... to do that.
If we elected more of those men, the economy would crash very quickly.. and so it was. You have to have men who are stupid.. and who are willing to apply that stupidity to bring down the economy on top of everyone – including themselves. Without thought, without judgment..
Because it’s rational thinking that will defeat them.
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As we're gettin' older, we can't seem to be able to write political satire like we used to. But we still have our ways, don't we? One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt. Which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Gimme five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion tied to my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
Really, LAH? Really?
Is this what you're pinning the hopes of our readers on?
Hack rehashes of old Simpson's reruns?
Please tell me there's more, Homie.
Please tell me there's more to support your sad hope of some minor notoriety on some else's blog than "tying onions on your belt."
Otherwise, I would prefer you just said "thank you" for my efforts And just went on your way.
I remember watching this movie at Ontario Place, the IMAX long time ago, the entire theatre jumped at the tiger scene.
Duval's scene with choppers music blaring, smell of napalm.
Great movie.
Not sure how Liberals can turn this around. Canadians don't trust their leader. His numbers are Dion level and Canadians are not unhappy with the economy. Will they stay home and leave the NDP, CPC get out the vote change the political landscape?
It's great!!............................................................
Well done!........................................
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