Thursday, April 21, 2016
Stopping For Directions
-So, okay, he hiked the jungles of Panama
as a nineteen year old. Backpack and all!
-Pretty pictures of flowers in a notebook.
He still draws.
-What a freakin boy scout!
-Oh?
-You got something?
-Stopped in a whorehouse for directions.
-You’re kidding?
-The girls fussed over such a naive blusher!
-So, over in a few minutes?
-Yes. In truth. But not, of course, in political fiction.
-Seems to be a slim horse to ride.
-We’ve ridden slimmer.
-We run Jenny against him?
-Perfect! Little Miss Hurt!
-She’ll cry at his treatment of women.
-And get some great digs in when she’s dry!
-Well, a whole campaign...?
-Yes and no. We’ll apologize three quarters
way through.
-Uh huh? And then allow the snide wisecracks
to surface again?
-Same act.
-Thus he loses the women?...been better
to fuck his brains out back then.
-No way! Don’t want him on our side!
Labels: hardball, Opposition Research, political games, Republican Hardball, sexual innuendo
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
"The Last Decent Republican" --Two operatives chat.
-We're entering an age of singular viciousness!
-Hey! Enter? Exit? Bullshit! Just the usual hardball.
-Republican ideas and principles subsumed!
Can you even name one?
-Not offhand. They're locked the library and I fight
to keep that repository of total horseshit safe.
-I don’t think I can have a discussion with you, really.
-Nah, I rather gouge some eyes. Hey! I was in
The Brooks Brothers Riot in Miami. That's where we walked
over the corpses of pussy Republicans like you and their
Democrat fellow travelers.
-The Royal Road of Grease.
-Whatever you say. Talk is, like, the cheapest.
-Most of the public now sees us as a mob of nearly homicidal maniacs.
-Fuck the nearly!
-I've lost my home! That’s what I know.
-Not at all! We keep you around as The Last Decent Republican, a fuckin fossil. Can a fossil suck?
I mean literally suck?
-We're entering an age of singular viciousness!
-Hey! Enter? Exit? Bullshit! Just the usual hardball.
-Republican ideas and principles subsumed!
Can you even name one?
-Not offhand. They're locked the library and I fight
to keep that repository of total horseshit safe.
-I don’t think I can have a discussion with you, really.
-Nah, I rather gouge some eyes. Hey! I was in
The Brooks Brothers Riot in Miami. That's where we walked
over the corpses of pussy Republicans like you and their
Democrat fellow travelers.
-The Royal Road of Grease.
-Whatever you say. Talk is, like, the cheapest.
-Most of the public now sees us as a mob of nearly homicidal maniacs.
-Fuck the nearly!
-I've lost my home! That’s what I know.
-Not at all! We keep you around as The Last Decent Republican, a fuckin fossil. Can a fossil suck?
I mean literally suck?
Labels: Last Decent Republican, Republican, Republican Hardball
