You're just as well off going to see a palm reader or a tarot card specialist.

I just tune 'em out or turn 'em off when they begin their talking head blow hard routine on the boob tube.

There's already enough inane, nonsensicle noise bounding around all over the place.

Some real "doozies" have been known to fly out of your yap, if Joe B. Goode stays above your level of discourse, he should be able to rise above the crap.

Cat got your Roomba, or did ya step on a PUMA?

Bis mi la irrahman araahim...

Thanks for the khutba.

Salam a laikum.

That would be Walsh.

I don't know who's "right," but without fail it can't go wrong for one to take note that you're nearly always the most righteous.

Hillary and company can lay plans for 2012, but if Obama's followers get let down in 2008, Hillary might as well run as dogcatcher general in the lone star state.

If the children of Hill don't scratch the backs of the children of Obama, there will be no third act at all in Hillary's bid for Hill for president drama.

What's cookin' cat lady?

Yeah, we'll see if the PUMA platoon decides it wants to lash out at the democratic party since they've already blindly scratched their own eyes out.

Sometimes you get a box full of crap.

I'd suggest as a "fervant" supporter of Clinton you step up to support Obama, because in all due course, should he not win, Hillary won't have enough loose support to even begin to start again.

You'd better take a broader outlook on what your interests really are. Take a good hard look. No give and take, no reciprication, no bright promising outlook for a new Clintonian political vocation.

Mull it around and consider whether or not it makes sense, then hold the magic number of 18 million over our heads, and see if it really pays the rent.

I wouldn't need to be paid to have respect, but it'd help.

Does any such animal still actually exist?

Just keep up that busy buzz

And wait and see.

You were born with fuckin' cobwebs in your mouth, all of your dreams of progress, all start with the old south.

And that's the complete doo-da-doo-da truth, speak your fresh gospel, to today's American youth.

We need real Zorbas

Like Anthony Quinn

That was real fly

Here's to 'ol Dixie

A cold RC Cola

And a tastey Moon Pie.

I dunno, you tell me Freak 'o the Rings, does your reality all revolve around fairies and kings?

..it's the international conspiracy of Hobbits.

Your pale rendition of the Little Richard classic sounds pretty sad and tired, you think it's maybe time the 'ol odonnell retired?

We expect a higher quality

From our resident crank on the scene.

In your case the old south whether it is where you reside or not, is much much more than a gone with the wind tourist spot, to which fact you're quite predictably blind, because in your specific case dear Jameka, it is your frozen state of mind.

You already sound as though you're stirred to a panic, why such banal blubbering, why so tiresomely frantic?

The DNC convention has barely begun, and you're already sounding like an early ape man, watching with worried apprehension and attention, his first eclipse of the son.

Do settle down sir.

It must be just you, without being rude, I'm the dude, who watches the tube.

Damn girl. You're gettin' better all the time, you're gettin' the hang 'o bustin' a real def rhyme.

Respect.

My brain musta taken a nap, I never watch that network, circlejerk, mainstream media, punditocracy crap.

There are many peculiar potentialities in life, perhaps certain attendees to the convention, will introduce an element of militance and spite.

It'll certainly be interesting.

Your punditting days are completely washed up and through.

I dunno, hit me, what d'you think of that?

I think Walsh is saying, maybe just a little bit less pedantic and straight to the point. And rhymes never hurt.

This is funny. Have you seen the new John McCain ads which are popping up her at Le Salon? One of the ads is a picture of McCain with Joe Lieberman's army slung over Big John's burly shoulder, both are looking far away into the future, imagining all of those belly loads full of bombs they're going to drop on Iran in January. It just makes my eyes well up...what a touching and tender photograph.

Congratulations to you and your mom,

Or how I learned not to trust John McCain

And his maybe willingness to use the bomb.

You asked the right question: "Who's interested?"

Keep cianide alive!

One person calls you a name, and 50,000 pro-Obama posters are all to blame.

I too respect some of your opinions...

But I'm damn sure not gonna get down on bended knee, when in fact I find you remarking, where I most vociferously disagree.

And you say you're an Obama supporter!?!

I hear ya. I'm like this. Dignity for all, but don't trample me, or I'll bounce your ass down the hall.

malik ya bint? inti majnoona li?

kuli yom majnoona. kuli yom.

Don't you understand this delerious crank yet?

It's really quite simple, there's really not a whole hell of lot to get.

Let maureen rattle off to the four winds high atop her soap box, let her go on and on and on until the crowing of the cocks.

She's not an arguer or a debater or any kind of U.S.A. hater.

No.

She's a writer of soliloquies, it's her own little quaint and snidey way, of just shootin' the breeze.

Give her a break for her own sanity's sake.

Anybody ever tell you you're the queen of mean?

You and Leona Helmsley of course.

But she died last year

So you're the uncontested champion.

mabruk!