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John at Powerline has this about a PL reader who spent a couple days in Camp “It’s all about MEEEEEEEEE!!!” and reported back.

The last couple paragraphs sum it all up, I think.

Cindy Sheehan spent most of her time huddled with VIPS in and air-conditioned trailer. When she ventured out it was for a scripted and often televised moment. She was always trailed by her media people, and they were quick to keep her on point. During one conversation I had with her I tried to ask her a pointed question about how much time she would actually be on the bus tour to Washington (I had discovered she would only be on the tour for two days, and would be away giving speeches during the rest of the trip…and I wondered if she were being paid for these speeches) Her media person grabbed her arm and led her back to the trailer, and away from me. The message was protected. I was left standing there…alone, and feeling a little less secure about my status at Camp Casey.

But just a few minutes later, she emerged from the trailer, smiling, and performing for the cameras. Like the chicken at the local carnival that plays tic tac toe, she eagerly performs for any microphone. She is relentless, and professional, well financed and on message.

And that,&#160 my friends, is all you need to know about “Shitcan” Shee-hag.

This isn’t about Casey at all.&#160 It never has been.&#160 It’s all about a hate-America-first, blame-America-first, traitorous fucktard of a bitch who’d rather see this great country bow to Mecca five times a day, asses high in the air and pay homage to a ragheaded pedophilic Islamofuck bastard, rather than fight and die for our beliefs.

Fuck you, Shitcan, you stupid bimbo.&#160 Take your skanky ass back to your Vacaville trailer park where it belongs.&#160 You’re wasting our oxygen, trollop.

As you guys know, I’m not the greatest fan of the teaching abilities of Steffi the Doublewide Bitch Supreme&#153 – when I, with no degree whatsoever, can outspell a teacher with a bachelor’s, there’s a problem.

But I would’ve defended to the death her right to teach without being assaulted, either verbally or physically.&#160 Had I witnessed some snot-nose abusing my then-wife, said snot-nose would’ve been introduced, face first, into the nearest wall.&#160 Courtesy of an assist from moi.

With that background, the Department of Inmates Running The Asylum checks in with this blurb from the Beeb about a new policy taking effect in class.

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Denizens, any of you remember a li’l punk named Maurice Clarett?&#160 You know, the snot nose that sued the NFL for the right to enter the league despite not being old enough?

If you’ll recall, I had a little something to say about it.&#160 Part of which was:

Actually, I’m hoping that whatever team drafts him, makes him a fuckin’ fourth-stringer. What’s he gonna do then? Sue the team for the starting back’s job?

Well, he finally grew up – chronologically, anyway – and got drafted by the Denver Broncos, a team known for cranking out great running backs.&#160 Of which Boy Maurice would be the next one, right?

Wrong.&#160 Denver’s gonna cut his ass tomorrow, Clarett never having risen above third string.

Guess you weren’t all that and a bag o’ chips after all, were you, Boy Maurice?&#160 I’d keep that attorney’s number on standby if I were you.

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