Christ, if nothing else, can't whoever's been ponying up the wingnut welfare on the grounds that, since she'd done the dirty hula with a Negro she was the one Teabagger who couldn't be called racist, stuff a sock in her or something?
Wednesday, October 20
People, And Their Facsimiles, In The News
OKAY, admittedly, I'm but a dilettante at the Law, a mere amateur rhetorician and wannabe electrician, and I'm no a Hazmat technician, I just like wearing the suits. But at this point, since he obviously can't manage to keep Lady Macbeth there indoors, shouldn't Clarence Thomas now recuse himself from any case involving an insanity defense? Can't someone explain to Crazy Ginni that words have meanings, at least they often do when sane people try to use them, and that these words are magically recorded and preserved by answering machines? And has the Thomas household been checked recently for heavy metals? How 'bout the Coke cans?
Labels: English. It Makes A Poor Cudgel.