Showing posts with label Fred Thompson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fred Thompson. Show all posts

Saturday, January 19, 2008

He Apologizes; Holy Shit

Probably old news, but I just heard it last night from Randi Rhodes. I can't remember verbatim, but he ate crow big time, especially for his bull shit about Hillary -- who I do NOT endorse, BTW -- only getting elected Senator because people felt sorry for her because of Bill's skirt chasing. Before Randi played a recording of Tweety's apology, she went through a litany of episodes of Tweety's belittling of, as well as his gushing and fawning over, chicks on his show. From herself, to Hill to Liz Edwards to Laura Ingraham to, you name her. I don't remember Rachel Maddow, but then as cute as she is, she's openly gay (Does he realize he would just make her more gay? and not convert her?) I don't remember Ann Cuntner being mentioned either, but then she isn't really human, so... would she count?

Ok, but what really surprised me were the examples of man-love. His admiration of Commander Codpiece's aviator package; his admiration of Rudy 9u11iani; his admiration of Forrest Gump Fred Thompson (probably just wants his old lady; must drive him bugshit crazy that an alfalfa look-alike like Dennis Kucinich -- who I DO endorse -- has a much hotter wife.) Next time he's on with Olbermann I'll have to watch his eyes; see if he's trying to look through the desk. Anyway... two things:

I wonder how long it will take Tweety to go back on his word and slam/belittle Hillary or some other woman...?

I wonder if he'll do his fawning over some dude first..?

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Oh Freddie T... with the plaid shirt and pickemup truck...

The Hall and Oates, "Beenie G and the Rose Tattoo," when you read the title and I think you've got a good start on a campaign theme song. Any way...

While writing my previous post I got thinking about an exchange between myself and a former boss back in '94. It was post election time, and I was living in East Tennishoe at the time. Freddie had just defeated... Tim (?) Duncan (can't remember his first name, but he did come up with the so-called Clinton-Lite plan on health care) for a Senate seat. I'd also just replaced my trusty, yet worn out Plymouth Arrow with a '91 Dodge Dakota. I really loved working for this guy, even though he red as red could be when it came to conservative/repugnican/redneck beliefs. As a matter of fact, I'd still work for the guy if he wasn't so far back in BFE that they had to bring sunshine in by truck. But I digress...

We were talking about election results, and I asked him, "What would you say if, now that I've bought my truck, I'm going to quit working overtime, and get all my bills paid off and save to invest?" "I'd say you're crazy," he said. "Well, that's what you voted for: A crazy idea."

You see, during one debate, Freddie and Duncan were asked about taxes. Duncan wanted to make taxes "fair;" Freddie was going to, "...cut taxes, increase defense spending and balance the budget," things just about everybody loves to hear, but absolutely crazy when you tie them together like that. And yet, there are otherwise intelligent people out there who swallow this shit whole, and vote for their own demise.

Jane Hamsher, at Firedoglake, has more on Freddie, here.