The “Hmmmmm, Let’s See JUST How Gullible Republicans Are” tour…
How about ….
One of these things is not like the others…
How very “Chalaque” of you to notice, Jeff. . .
The “I wouldn’t even be a blip on ANYONE’S radar if John McCain had not cravenly calculated that disappointed Hillary Clinton supporters would support his Presidential aspirations if he picked a woman, ANY woman, no matter how unqualified, to be his running mate” tour. . .
The “I wish I had even a tiny percentage of the intelligence and maturity that Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Jackie Speier, Diane Feinstein, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, Nancy Hochul, Kirsten Gillebrand, Amy Klobuchar, Debbie Stabenow, etc. have in their little fingers” tour…
The “I just wanted to roll into New Hampshire and ‘coincidentally’ step all over Mitt Romney’s official announcement that he’s running for President” tour. . .
The “Media [Iron] Ore” tour. . .
The “What serious Presidential candidate doesn’t have a senior strategist and/or a pollster?” tour…
The “I need to maintain my visibility if I want to keep my income up” tour…
The “I’m just too lazy to do the work that actual running entails” tour. . .
The “If I was actually running, Roger Ailes would have forced me to resign” tour…
Zuma,did you get tea bagged again? Your showing that blue fisted hate
@ “Ray Ray” (who always seems to appear when Notalib disappears) aka Notalib
“Tea-bagged”? “[F]isted”?
In the future, “Ray Ray”, if you absolutely feel the need to crawl out from underneath your rock, try leaving the odd, out-of-place sexual innuendo behind, and focus on substance, huh?
AND stop confusing satire with “hate”.
You should take a look at the “Saturday Hate-Mail-A-Palooza” over at Daily Kos (http://www.dailykos.com), little homey. Seems like a lot of you teabaggers lead rich homosexual fantasy-fueled lives.
In any event, if you’re interested in what hate actually is, you know, the irrational and unhinged kind usually associated with the word, I would recommend that you regularly review the “Saturday Hate-Mail-A-Palooza”, not to mention unhinged, extremist rightwing websites like http://www.patriotactionnetwork.com (Patriot Action Network). That should prove enlightening, even for a brain-dead wingnut like you.
I know it’s hard to believe, but it sure doesn’t appear that Ray is Notalib.
“[At Rolling Thunder], one old head shouted “President Palin!” [*shudddddder*] Others, realizing that the title had to be earned, yelled that Palin should at least run in the Republican primary. Palin at least represented Real America, they argued. EVEN with the multiple homes, bestselling books, and the snow mobiles.
Before hopping on the back of a Harley and riding out among the first wave of riders, Huff Post asked Palin about the reason for her popularity — what does she think representing ‘Real America’ actually means?
And for one brief moment, she stopped smiling and wasn’t quite so sure what to say next.”
What does she think “representing ‘Real America’ actually means”, Palin was asked.
“And for one bried moment, [Palin] stopped smiling and wasn’t quite sure what to say next.”
Well, of course she wasn’t. Because she is full of sh*t when she says that she is.
I’m almost sorry that she didn’t fall back on some of her “old standards”, the ones that originally revealed to the nation what a complete boob she is. You know the ones:
(1) “In what respect, Charlie?”
(2) “Oh, all of them, Katie.”
(3) “I’ll have to think of some [bullsh*t that the hicks will eat up], and get back to ya.”
She couldn’t think on her feet well enough at Rolling Thunder to say something self-serving, even when the question was right in her ever-loving “know nothing” wheelhouse.
The Teapublican Party, ladies and gentlemen, the party of Sarah Palin, hard-right evangelicals, intellectually challenged teabaggers and Paul Ryan.
Will the Republican Party survive these dolts, Sarah?
“In what respect, Charlie?”
Never mind, Sarah. We know how this is going to end.
In that “elephant” graveyard over yonder, right next to the dinosaurs. . .
The “Palin Paparazzi Tour of 2011” [courtesy of Kaili Joy Gray of Daily Kos]
Tue May 31, 2011 at 09:45 AM PDT
[Diary entry entitled,] “Memo to Very Serious media about Sarah Palin”
by Kaili Joy Gray
Palin says “jump” and the Very Serious media says “how high”
Oh, my. Someone grab a hanky.
The dozen or so Very Serious reporters from such Very Serious outlets as CNN, The New York Times, The Washington Post, Time, and The Times of London are “grumbling” because, in the words of Time’s Jay Newton Small, Sarah Palin has “turned the Washington press corps into a bunch of paparazzi stalking your every move.”
Also, they are “hot and sweaty, sitting in 100-degree weather at the Gettysburg battlefield.”
These Very Serious reporters from Very Serious media outlets are cranky because Sarah Palin has them following her around like a bunch of dopes, while refusing to give an interview to anyone but Greta Van Susteren—the most influential journalist ever!—because only Greta is part of the “the new social media — fair-and-balanced reporters who will just allow the facts to get out there.”
Meanwhile, Very Serious reporters like Michael D. Shear of The New York Times have stalked her for days so they can Very Seriously report to us that Sarah was “dressed in workout shorts and wearing sunglasses.” Ooooh, relevant!
Look, Mr. Shear et al, let me help you out. I know that writing about Sarah Palin is a lot of fun. I’ve done it myself, more than a few times. I enjoy coming up with semi-clever new and interesting ways to describe her stupidity, mock her faux folksiness, or just quote her exact words.
But you don’t have to say “how high” every time Sarah says, “Jump also!” Sarah isn’t “forcing” you to follow her PAC-sponsored, fund-raising road trip, to sit in the 100-degree heat, to anxiously await three whole minutes of her time, during which she can berate you for being part of the “lamestream media,” which you can then dutifully report in your Very Serious papers.
So you can all hop off the Palin Paparazzi Tour of 2011, go back to your air-conditioned offices, sit back, and let her show off her savvy “new social media” skills on Twitter and Facebook—and Fox “News”—and then mock the holy hell out of her for being a fucking idiot. That’s all. That is the sum total of the amount and kind of attention she deserves. You don’t have to treat her like a serious presidential candidate, or even a serious person. Despite her protestations that she doesn’t want media attention, she’s starving for it. Hell, she quit her job as governor just so she could devote herself full-time to getting you to give her attention in the pages of your Very Serious papers.
And frankly, if you’re dumb enough to be outsmarted by a “clever” bait-and-switch by Sarah Palin, you just might be in the wrong line of work.
I can’t think of anything MORE appropriate to start this comment out with than. . .
“SARAH PALIN AND DONALD TRUMP: THE REPUBLICAN DREAM TICKET MEETS IN NEW YORK CITY”
[“New…York…City!!!” Sounds like a Pace Picante ad, huh?
Anyway, this “announcement” must have JUST set hick and wingnut hearts alike ALL aflutter]
by Hunter
Sure, there’s other news in the world. But how could anyone pass this up? ABC’s Michael Falcone reports that the You’re Fired / I Quit presidential dream team is to finally meet face to face.
Sarah Palin plans to meet tonight with Donald Trump in New York City, according to sources close to Trump.
Her office reached out to meet with Trump. The two plan to meet in his 30,000-square-foot apartment in Trump Tower and later plan to eat dinner together.
There are multiple questions raised by this, not the least of which are “how the hell do you furnish a 30,000 square foot apartment?”, “how much would I have to pay to get hold of a tape of Sarah Palin and Donald Trump trying to have a serious discussion on, say, the nuances of American fiscal policy?”, or “if you put Sarah Palin and Donald Trump in the same room with a single television crew, who would kill who in the resulting frantic dash towards the camera?”
But lest any Republicans misunderstand, these two reality-TV magnates with a penchant for seeing their own names painted on things in really big letters are, in fact, the maybe-candidate and no-longer-candidate that the Democrats are most afraid of facing in 2012. Please, keep them away from each other. It would be horrible if they decided to run together.
The “Hmmmmm, Let’s See JUST How Gullible Republicans Are” tour…
How about ….
One of these things is not like the others…
How very “Chalaque” of you to notice, Jeff. . .
The “I wouldn’t even be a blip on ANYONE’S radar if John McCain had not cravenly calculated that disappointed Hillary Clinton supporters would support his Presidential aspirations if he picked a woman, ANY woman, no matter how unqualified, to be his running mate” tour. . .
The “I wish I had even a tiny percentage of the intelligence and maturity that Hillary Clinton, Nancy Pelosi, Jackie Speier, Diane Feinstein, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, Nancy Hochul, Kirsten Gillebrand, Amy Klobuchar, Debbie Stabenow, etc. have in their little fingers” tour…
The “I just wanted to roll into New Hampshire and ‘coincidentally’ step all over Mitt Romney’s official announcement that he’s running for President” tour. . .
The “Media [Iron] Ore” tour. . .
The “What serious Presidential candidate doesn’t have a senior strategist and/or a pollster?” tour…
The “I need to maintain my visibility if I want to keep my income up” tour…
The “I’m just too lazy to do the work that actual running entails” tour. . .
The “If I was actually running, Roger Ailes would have forced me to resign” tour…
Zuma,did you get tea bagged again? Your showing that blue fisted hate
@ “Ray Ray” (who always seems to appear when Notalib disappears) aka Notalib
“Tea-bagged”? “[F]isted”?
In the future, “Ray Ray”, if you absolutely feel the need to crawl out from underneath your rock, try leaving the odd, out-of-place sexual innuendo behind, and focus on substance, huh?
AND stop confusing satire with “hate”.
You should take a look at the “Saturday Hate-Mail-A-Palooza” over at Daily Kos (http://www.dailykos.com), little homey. Seems like a lot of you teabaggers lead rich homosexual fantasy-fueled lives.
In any event, if you’re interested in what hate actually is, you know, the irrational and unhinged kind usually associated with the word, I would recommend that you regularly review the “Saturday Hate-Mail-A-Palooza”, not to mention unhinged, extremist rightwing websites like http://www.patriotactionnetwork.com (Patriot Action Network). That should prove enlightening, even for a brain-dead wingnut like you.
I know it’s hard to believe, but it sure doesn’t appear that Ray is Notalib.
“[At Rolling Thunder], one old head shouted “President Palin!” [*shudddddder*] Others, realizing that the title had to be earned, yelled that Palin should at least run in the Republican primary. Palin at least represented Real America, they argued. EVEN with the multiple homes, bestselling books, and the snow mobiles.
Before hopping on the back of a Harley and riding out among the first wave of riders, Huff Post asked Palin about the reason for her popularity — what does she think representing ‘Real America’ actually means?
And for one brief moment, she stopped smiling and wasn’t quite so sure what to say next.”
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/05/30/rolling-thunder-sarah-palin_n_868610.html
What does she think “representing ‘Real America’ actually means”, Palin was asked.
“And for one bried moment, [Palin] stopped smiling and wasn’t quite sure what to say next.”
Well, of course she wasn’t. Because she is full of sh*t when she says that she is.
I’m almost sorry that she didn’t fall back on some of her “old standards”, the ones that originally revealed to the nation what a complete boob she is. You know the ones:
(1) “In what respect, Charlie?”
(2) “Oh, all of them, Katie.”
(3) “I’ll have to think of some [bullsh*t that the hicks will eat up], and get back to ya.”
She couldn’t think on her feet well enough at Rolling Thunder to say something self-serving, even when the question was right in her ever-loving “know nothing” wheelhouse.
The Teapublican Party, ladies and gentlemen, the party of Sarah Palin, hard-right evangelicals, intellectually challenged teabaggers and Paul Ryan.
Will the Republican Party survive these dolts, Sarah?
“In what respect, Charlie?”
Never mind, Sarah. We know how this is going to end.
In that “elephant” graveyard over yonder, right next to the dinosaurs. . .
The “Palin Paparazzi Tour of 2011” [courtesy of Kaili Joy Gray of Daily Kos]
Tue May 31, 2011 at 09:45 AM PDT
[Diary entry entitled,] “Memo to Very Serious media about Sarah Palin”
by Kaili Joy Gray
Palin says “jump” and the Very Serious media says “how high”
Oh, my. Someone grab a hanky.
The dozen or so Very Serious reporters from such Very Serious outlets as CNN, The New York Times, The Washington Post, Time, and The Times of London are “grumbling” because, in the words of Time’s Jay Newton Small, Sarah Palin has “turned the Washington press corps into a bunch of paparazzi stalking your every move.”
Also, they are “hot and sweaty, sitting in 100-degree weather at the Gettysburg battlefield.”
These Very Serious reporters from Very Serious media outlets are cranky because Sarah Palin has them following her around like a bunch of dopes, while refusing to give an interview to anyone but Greta Van Susteren—the most influential journalist ever!—because only Greta is part of the “the new social media — fair-and-balanced reporters who will just allow the facts to get out there.”
Meanwhile, Very Serious reporters like Michael D. Shear of The New York Times have stalked her for days so they can Very Seriously report to us that Sarah was “dressed in workout shorts and wearing sunglasses.” Ooooh, relevant!
Look, Mr. Shear et al, let me help you out. I know that writing about Sarah Palin is a lot of fun. I’ve done it myself, more than a few times. I enjoy coming up with semi-clever new and interesting ways to describe her stupidity, mock her faux folksiness, or just quote her exact words.
But you don’t have to say “how high” every time Sarah says, “Jump also!” Sarah isn’t “forcing” you to follow her PAC-sponsored, fund-raising road trip, to sit in the 100-degree heat, to anxiously await three whole minutes of her time, during which she can berate you for being part of the “lamestream media,” which you can then dutifully report in your Very Serious papers.
So you can all hop off the Palin Paparazzi Tour of 2011, go back to your air-conditioned offices, sit back, and let her show off her savvy “new social media” skills on Twitter and Facebook—and Fox “News”—and then mock the holy hell out of her for being a fucking idiot. That’s all. That is the sum total of the amount and kind of attention she deserves. You don’t have to treat her like a serious presidential candidate, or even a serious person. Despite her protestations that she doesn’t want media attention, she’s starving for it. Hell, she quit her job as governor just so she could devote herself full-time to getting you to give her attention in the pages of your Very Serious papers.
And frankly, if you’re dumb enough to be outsmarted by a “clever” bait-and-switch by Sarah Palin, you just might be in the wrong line of work.
I can’t think of anything MORE appropriate to start this comment out with than. . .
(*laughing*)
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2011/05/31/-Sarah-Palin-and-Donald-Trump:-the-Republican-Dream-Ticket-meets-in-New-York-City?via=blog_1
Oh, brother…(*laughing*)
Seriously. She requested the “meeting”.
(*laughing*)
From Daily Kos:
Tue May 31, 2011 at 03:45 PM PDT
“SARAH PALIN AND DONALD TRUMP: THE REPUBLICAN DREAM TICKET MEETS IN NEW YORK CITY”
[“New…York…City!!!” Sounds like a Pace Picante ad, huh?
Anyway, this “announcement” must have JUST set hick and wingnut hearts alike ALL aflutter]
by Hunter
Sure, there’s other news in the world. But how could anyone pass this up? ABC’s Michael Falcone reports that the You’re Fired / I Quit presidential dream team is to finally meet face to face.
Sarah Palin plans to meet tonight with Donald Trump in New York City, according to sources close to Trump.
Her office reached out to meet with Trump. The two plan to meet in his 30,000-square-foot apartment in Trump Tower and later plan to eat dinner together.
There are multiple questions raised by this, not the least of which are “how the hell do you furnish a 30,000 square foot apartment?”, “how much would I have to pay to get hold of a tape of Sarah Palin and Donald Trump trying to have a serious discussion on, say, the nuances of American fiscal policy?”, or “if you put Sarah Palin and Donald Trump in the same room with a single television crew, who would kill who in the resulting frantic dash towards the camera?”
But lest any Republicans misunderstand, these two reality-TV magnates with a penchant for seeing their own names painted on things in really big letters are, in fact, the maybe-candidate and no-longer-candidate that the Democrats are most afraid of facing in 2012. Please, keep them away from each other. It would be horrible if they decided to run together.