Monday, May 5, 2008

A REASON NOT TO VOTE FOR OBAMA

Billy, we hardly knew ya.
Lemme see, thirty or so extra pounds, a cheaper suit than Barracks and a beard to hide behind.
Do you believe he's thinking something like "Boy, have I got this guy suckered in. Move over, sonny and make room for your new Secretary of State."?
Or do you think he's going to kiss the candidate. After all, he's got his arm around the man.
I thought it kind of funny the governator had a flag pin on, after all the fuss about Barracks not wearing one.
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One of the biggest reasons to oppose Sen. Obama is to make sure Bill can’t even drive near 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Let alone get inside.
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Yeah, Bill's shown his loyalty and dependability by turning his back on the Clintons (he'd be picking fruit if it weren't for Ex prez Clinton. Another reason to dislike the male Clinton.)
Is it possible to refer to Hillary as Dr. Frankenstein? Or Igor? And ask her what, now that it breathes, she intends to do with it?
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Other than my learned distrust of this man (I was NOT born despising him) what's new about his farce of pretending to be a worthy Governor?
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I'm glad you asked (He, he, he). I don't know if you've heard of the horrendous, uncontrolled fire that burned in one of our mountain chains? The Manzano mountains. They separate Albuquerque from a beautiful wilderness area. A number of people live there, doing what people in forested areas do.
Anyway, fire officials say it was deliberately started by humans (who have to be at the bottom of the evolutionary scale). The fire raced through the underbrush and became a conflagration. Winds (some as high as 50 mph) pushed the inferno along. The crews were not making headway against the fire, anywhere along the line. Then a lessening of the wind and the fire fighters had it 35% contained. It was looking good. The governator looked the scene over and declared it a disaster area. He was appalled at the damage. Horrified. Aghast with disgust.
So he went to the Kentucky Derby to rub elbows with the rich (in an effort to get them to contribute to Barracks' campaign?) and drink mint juleps.
While the fire burned and destroyed the lives of those caught in the holocaust. The fire was again fanned by high winds and routed the gallant defenders. It was, apparently, a super effort by the fire fighters that they stopped the flareup from consuming everything in its path.
But that didn't stop our Bill from flying to Kentucky, sucking up to the wealthy, (he's had lots of practice at that.) and raising dough for Barracks' campaign.
Oh, yeah, something to add to his "caring about New Mexico" horsepuckies: He was so used to being away from N.M., he didn't bother to tell the lieutenant governor he would be gone. The governator's spokesman (read toady) said it was "an oversight". Oh, yeah. Sure.
Someday we'll get a real Governor here again. But it ain't Bill Richardson.
About that hairy ape look on his face? Men grow beards when they want to hide something. Wonder what he's hiding? Or maybe, wonder what he isn't hiding?
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5 comments:

Lin said...

Eh-heh-heh ...you sure do love ol' Bill, dontchya?
So who would you tap for our next governator? Maybe we need to start looking around now.

Lin said...

P.S. I just noticed ... is Bill wearing white nail polish? How do you get nails that look like that unless you have a bad case of nail fungus or else manage prostitutes?

Catmoves said...

Lin, I'm still looking for a real candidate. Denish won't do, she's too wimpy. Marty won't do, he gives up the political fights too soon. Sigh.
As for the nail polish thing. Allow me to take you way back on a trip I made to Monterey, Mexico many years ago. Some miles into Mexico we came to a sign advising American tourists that we would have to stop for an inspection. So we did. I was ushered into an adobe building where the questions were asked by a neat, cleanly shaven, trimmed mustachioed male. He wore a spit and polish police uniform with markings on the collar denoting some rank or other. We sat on opposite sides of a table and he asked a couple of questions. I couldn't help but notice, (he made a point of displaying them) that his nails were groomed, buffed and had faint white polish on them. Obviously he thought this made him an elegant man and a figure of some importance. I didn't speak Mexican, their interpreter was off somewhere at lunch and the rest of them could only manage a word or two of English. After many blank looks in response to his Spanish questions, he waved his elegant hands at an underling and they escorted me back to the car.
Now, I didn't let on, but I did know enough Spanish to understand he was asking for a bribe. I guess his defeat at his lack of words in English was too taxing to continue. We were allowed to continue our vacation trip unimpeded by the polizia.
As for Billy wearing nail polish, I wonder if there could be a relationship between the two men?

Lin said...

GREAT story, Cat! I bet you are on to something there; an allusion to rank or gentility from a different culture. Makes perfect sense to me.

Catmoves said...

Oh, Lin. I just looked at the ad google has on this page. Roaring with laughter. Not that the women may not be pretty, but I do not recommend any American marrying one. After all Bill's old man did and look what they spawned.