You mean toothless rednecks actually vote Democrat? Who knew? Not my liberal commenters, apparently.
WASHINGTON (Map, News) - If Hillary Clinton means to hold on to her 10 percent chance at the Democratic nomination, she will have to sweep through Appalachia like an Ohio River flood.
And she may well do it, because long after all her other strongholds have fallen, she has kept the poor, often overlooked folks in between the north and south. It’s her final firewall — the hillbilly firewall.


So GOP Surrealists are imagining that there’s good news from Iraq concerning Cheney’s intestinal problems, er, the surge, and that they’ve undoubtedly hatched a scheme whereby they can free themselves from the evils of the Constitution, escaping so they can all sit back on their laurels and make slop buckets full of cash whilst falling into a heap of their own drool on some “coffeehouse” counter in Amsterdam before their pointy-pointy heads are whistled for a double dribble penalty as they hit the ground, or from their pseudo-religious objective point of view, as the ground rises to greet them. Copious amounts? Wee dram after wee gram? Dancing potatoes everywhere? And don’t forget: They put chemicals on the “stuff” there, too!
But it’s all hope and projection, based on a history of bad upbringing, ulterior motives of fellow siblings, poor stimulus retention due to gazing at penguin attired “lay” persons for eight of the most important formative years, abandonment in a town named after the Mexican word for a pass in the hills, and several ill-advised experiments with herbal extracts and tinctures of pineal glands obtained through illegitimate means trampling beyond the bounds of good taste and legality.
Hey! Don’t stop me, I’m rolling with this! Wherever known reality stops for conservatives, where they touch the unknown (in the biblical sense), there they project an archetypal image, simultaneously puzzling over why their hands smell like rubber. Wait a second, how about Animus, considered to be that natural and primitive part of the mind's activity and processes remaining after dispensing with a "second self" created by Republican candidate or devil and through whom the narrative is related, which is the mask displayed in interactions with others and which has been shaped by socialization and indifferent promiscuity in local airport restrooms. Freud often described the functioning of psychosexual energies in mechanical terms, influenced perhaps by the dominance of the steam engine at the end of the 19th century, entering a tunnel of course. In this manner, he also tended to think of the libido as a producer of energies, and a main cause of future troubles for persons falling out of favor with “lay” “members” of the clergy or nuns. Hell, maybe I’m just blowing smoke up my frame of reference, or as Joey Rico used to say, a tendency of an organism to revert to instinctive behaviors that can interfere with the conditioned response.
Posted by: Carl Gordon | Thursday, March 27, 2008 at 01:49 PM
Yesterday I was walking down a windy street and saw a flying piece of paper. It got caught in a bush. I stopped and picked it up to read it. It was titled "Carl Gordon, Esq, His Estimable Library" Below was this list:
"Boots, Bags, Bodies. My Days as a War Hero" by Carl Gordon, Esq
"Bearing Light Burdens. My Days as a Philosopher/Physicist" by Carl Gordon, Esq
"Hoboing in the Himalayas. I Conquer the Big Ones" by Carl Gordon, Esq
"My Bro Ain't Heavy, He's My Bro." Solving Racist Frictions Forever" by Carl Gordon, Esq
"Reinterpreting Beethoven, Bach, and Bob Dylan" by Carl Gordon, Bart
"Anybody Here Got a Match, 'Cause I Sure Don't" by Carl Gordon, Esq
Posted by: Fred Beloit | Thursday, March 27, 2008 at 02:13 PM
That's a nice screed, Carl. You ought to...well, seek medical help.
Posted by: templar knight | Thursday, March 27, 2008 at 03:41 PM
This bit of news is probably explodng the stamford guy's head to pieces; Carl's appears to have already exploded.
Posted by: syn | Thursday, March 27, 2008 at 06:37 PM