For you the word "hope" only means smokin' a nickel bag of Hillary's dope. "Have a toke of Clintonian hope or just piss up a rope" is your motto, while you hold on to slim hopes that she'll win this years big lotto.

Hillary is "great"

deep in the erratic wilds

of her own diseased mental state

Is Azhar Nafisi the only Iranian author you know? Try some Chubak or some Sadek Hadayat instead. Read "The Blind Owl." Believe me, from your remarks its a read that's right up your alley. You make me chortle, you make me scoff, take your blinders right the fuck off.

the dull long days

of Hillary's maze

You have your nose so far up Hillary's ass I'm surprised you can smell anything.

would YOU want to date Smith?

same thing goin' on

days and weeks are long....

I'm sure you're real up on the 'ol ADD.

Have a Talbani kind of day!

I prefer "Old Fart in a Pantsuit."

you WOULD call dr. Laura.

folks feelin' tired

the milk has expired

Clinton all fired

pants suit attired

media wired

the public - uninspired

generics cost less

no key to success

the world in a mess

folks need a rest

Bush says he's "blessed"

for whiter teeth use crest

Obama - the best

I see Smith is on the preach again.

Is a dull turd to me.

stuck at a stalmate

barbarians at the gate

the season of hate

You're just blowin' it out your ass.

The Clinton people exult in the thrill of their cult.

pissin' and groanin'

keep it on goin'

Because

you'll

have

plenty

of

time..........

Get that box cutter out of your eye sockets, it's begining to effect your brain.

The K-mart of informed political commentary.

You rule!

No. In Robo's case the position of the thumb goes straight square up his stupid ass.

It's boos for Bush and "get the hook" for Hillary.

Obama is infinte

just as the bot is infantile

And the political satire?

Right on the money

It's plain to see

Will not vote for Hill-a-ry

Jack don't know Jack

He's just like some strange tatersalad

Strung out on crack

She's a smokin' crater

An Obama hater

A Clinton race baiter

A roadrage tailgater

With all the single minded grace

Of a bayou alligator.

It's time to raise this race up from its state of stagnant shit.

That she's the loser.

"Loser" is inscribed across their foreheads.

lolcait has got some kind of obsessive Clinton driven psychosis.

How did Obama make out with the results from the Texas caucus?

Everyday is backwards day in Billary Land Tom.

You try to fuck me and don't even offer me a drink first.

You tryin' to slip my a Mickey Mickey?

I don't know shit about this "koolaid" thing as you call it, but why don't you take a long vaction to Jim Jone's summer camp in the beautiful, lush, forgotten forests of South America? I'll spring for the ticket.

Then get back to us and dreck on your own damn self!

I recently saw Richard Kelly's science fiction, political satire, "Southland Tales." In the film, which takes place in an alternative universe of the presidential election year of 2008, Hillary Clinton's running mate is Joe Lieberman! What happens at the end of the picture? The world ends not with a whimper, but with a bang. Here in the real America however, the democratic campaign is just dragging its ass along, and I wouldn't be one bit surprised if Clinton actually did pick up Leiberman to be her VP, providing the fluidic forces of fate make her the democratic nominee. This outragious film, probably destined to become a cult classic, came out last year, confounding and confusing critics, but when watched now in contemporary context, it's the most insightful movie on American politics to come along in a long long time. It'll be interesting to see how things eventually unfold on our side of the time rift.

He'll always be Kerry's sidekick to me. The sodajerk kid.

Is the tiger in Obama's tank. Happy motoring my man!

When Edwards was Kerry's pretty boy sidekick. I still don't.

I just call it a great big fat stinking lie. A fabrication of experience, a glaring untruth, a dishonesty to all Americans, both to seniors and the youth.

habibi is arabic for beloved one?

And the face of a horse.

That the War on Terror really just means the War on Whatever...?

Sugarman, stay off the sugar.

and you don't have a single crutch left to stand upon.

But where I come in the real world, we call it a lie in the raw.

Where I come from, unless you happen to be on coke

They call it a LIE

Not, "I think I misspoke."

...and pass it off as some kind of a glib little joke. I don't like to be thought of as some kind of tool, just another of the little people, just some kind of fool.

Caveman incarnate.

So let wisdom be your teacher.

And there will be no preacher double feature.

The "pastor disaster" has been put out to pasture.

Got no human grace.

Man dude, you just go off and blow your gasket, just as quick as a fella can say "chicken in a basket."

When the early winter frost of November begins to touch my neighborhood, and remind me to cast my vote for president, I won't be voting for a Chicago preacher, I'll be voting for a person named Barack Obama, and to those poor discomforted souls who can't recognize the distinct differences between these two individuals, I won't suffer the cheap stench of their stifeling stupidity for a single second, but just placidly put forth my vote for the person I believe to be the best leader, for the four years this country faces up ahead.

...smells something fishy about this whole foolish flap.

let 'em post it.

counting the cracks in the ceiling.