Posted by Darth Venomous @ 10:38
(Hat tip: Hot Air.)
Having ensured that Malicious Malkin’s hand-picked candidate, Michelle Bachmann, won’t get so much as a sniff of the White House this election cycle, “Mad Eddie” Rollins has all but uttered the famous words “my work here is done”.
Ed Rollins is going to be stepping back from day-to-day management of the Michele Bachmann campaign, and moving into a senior advisory role, he said in an interview.
Rollins said the reason for the change is personal — his health and the rigors of a campaign.
“I wish I was 40 years old, but I’m not,” he told POLITICO. “I’m 68 years old, I had a stroke a year and a half ago. I’m worn out.”
Translation: “Damn – tying that millstone ’round Michelle’s presidential hopes and tossing them overboard was effin’ hard work!!! Damn, I’m tired!”
Of course, on further reflection – maybe we owe ol’ Eddie a favor for keeping Malicious’ hand-picked out of the White House, hm?
Posted by Darth Venomous @ 8:09
Item: After the Gabrielle Giffords shooting – in which Jared Loughner was shown to have more in common with the Left than the Right – Demoscummic libtards called for “civility”.
Item: For yesterday’s
Cheesy Chavez Labor Day snivel speech, Teamsters president head pussy Jimmy Hoffa had this to say:
“We got to keep an eye on the battle that we face: The war on workers. And you see it everywhere, it is the Tea Party. And you know, there is only one way to beat and win that war. The one thing about working people is we like a good fight. And you know what? They’ve got a war, they got a war with us and there’s only going to be one winner. It’s going to be the workers of Michigan, and America. We’re going to win that war,” Jimmy Hoffa said to a heavily union crowd.
“President Obama, this is your army. We are ready to march. Let’s take these son of bitches out and give America back to an America where we belong,” Hoffa added.
‘Zat so, Jim-boy?
Misha had the best take on it yesterday, but I have this to add:
Any of you union-thug-wannabe chickenshits feelin’ froggy, let’s go. Rarely do I go anywhere nowadays without fairly close access to at least some form of protective machinery (and yeah, you cowardly assholes, damn straight that means what you think it means).
Bring it, douchebags. We’ll make you famous. I and a few million others who’ve just about had enough of your bullshit, that is.