Congress needs to pass a law that allows a mother in such a situation to carry an assault weapon, with a clip holding 40 rounds.
I believe that a black person’s support counts for 3/5 of a white person’s support. I think it is in the Constitution or something.
This is a disgusting suggestion. She only would need one round. Why needlessly drive up the price of ammunition when there are already shortages?
He also thinks black people are responsible for the recessession, since they’re the only ones who couldn’t afford their mortgages, or something.
The full crock is a bit more “reasonable”, having a few grains of probobilium-126: its not toally off the wall.
The song goes like this: Clinton’s housing laws put an end to red-lining, limiting a banks discretion in offering, or not offering, mortgages in the unsavory part of town. This put them in the awkward position of offering mortgages to people they had recently tipped. As a result, a financial debacle was inevitable. As simple as one-*-three.
(Me old man, who worked at HUD for a while, believe this right down to his toes…)
I think we should also require Sentate confirmation of the First Lady. Why does the president get to hand-pick who he wants in that position? We really need to vet candidates to be sure they’re fully qualified.
Totally.
You can’t tell me having a First Lady named “Lady Bird” didn’t massively detract from the nation’s dignity.
We shouldn’t have a first lady. Was Dennis Thatcher Britain’s first anything?
Laura, having caused the death of someone, would have been right out. Has any other First Lady ever killed anyone?
Cue Starving Artist: “Hillary. VINCE FOSTER!”
Reactionary?
Senator Horndog (R-Hooha): Clearly, the job of thoroughly vetting the First Lady should go the Senator with the most seniority. Now, who might that be? Well, I’ll be, its me! Stern duty calls, gentlemen…
Congressman Cravenlust (D-etroit): Back off, slim! I’m Chair of the Subcommittee on Urban Gentrification and Arena Acquisition, so, clearly, the job belongs to me!
Senator Horndog: What the fuck does Urban Gentrification have to do with vetting the First Lady?
Congressman Cravenlust: Nothin’. But I got a gun…
To be ruthlessly fair, I don’t recall Starkers ever saying anything quite so brain-dead.
And don’t EVEN get me started on that Prince Phillip guy.
To jog your memory…
And most recently (that I know of):
That last one was a fun thread. So, ok, he’s very careful about actually coming out and saying it (Hillary killed Vince, or more accurately, Hillary had Vince killed), but if you read between the lines, well…
Well, I for one like the general concept. Nothing wrong with more transparency and accountability in government, even if it’s only the semi-official “duties” of the First Lady.
But it would at least be better to propose that any such measures take effect after the next presidential election, so it doesn’t seem so blatantly targeted against Obama.
Yes…if you read between the lines - and you are a biased, unthinking hothead - you might come to that conclusion.
A more calm and reasoned reading of my posts reveals only that I feel many questions have been raised about the Clintons’ behavior and character and curiously missing documents, and that they remain unanwered to this day. Among the questions raised by the Clintons’ skullduggery is what really happened to Vince Foster. This is not the same as saying that Hillary engineered his murder.
For the record, I have never been of the slightest opinion that Hillary Clinton either killed Vince Foster or had him killed. Further, I would think - knowing my history as you do - that I’d have been trumpeting it to the heavens had I actually believed such a thing. So, so much for your critical thinking abilities, eh?
And thanks, luci. I can only imagine how it must have pained you to come to my defense (such as it was). Still, men of good character and all that . . .
Only to people that depend on glurge for their information.
Arne Olav Brundtland wrote a humorous memoir about being married to Norway’s first (and so far only) female prime minister. He was expected to accompany his wife on official business from time to time, and found that his hosts had often never dealt with a man in his position before and were doing their best to wing it.
One incident I remember from the book involved a letter from Nancy Reagan, a mass mailing inviting the spouses of heads of government in friendly nations to join in her Just Say No program. Arne Olav opened the envelope to find a letter addressed to Dear Fellow First Lady: 
I think the issue they have is that she is not a “traditional” first lady as they think would be proper, in the sense that she has an education, a law career, isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and worst of all, she is a Democrat.
Man, you’re 5 years behind the times. I’m not a hothead, not anymore. I certainly used to be. You used to call me that and you were right, back then. Before the 2004 election I was angry, seething all the time about what was going on on a day to day basis that should have made any normal person burst multiple blood vessels. Lies, Death, Destruction. Every single day! When Bush won again, all my anger drained away when I realized that events just had to play themselves out, that people had to come to their own realization what a massive, horrifying clusterfuck Bush was, and there wasn’t anything I could do to hurry it along, so why be angry? I was just making myself sick.
A couple of years later, give or take, it finally started to happen. People finally started to wake up to a bit of what many of us knew before the 2004 election, though the general public still didn’t know a fraction of it. Still doesn’t (for instance, ask a man on the street if he knows that billions in cash, pallets of actual American dollars, went missing in Iraq before the election, something that, had it happened on a Democrat’s watch, every person in the universe would know about).
I pretty much gave up following politics after the 2004 election, and beyond happening to glance at headlines as I passed by a paper box or seeing the odd Subject Line, paid no attention whatsoever to the primaries or the Democratic convention (didn’t watch one second of it except by accident when it happened to be on in a restaurant when I walked in. Michelle was speaking. I glanced up at the TV and then walked away, a far cry from recording every single second of the 2004 convention, I loved my Tivo), and why?
Because during the primaries I just assumed Hillary would win, and then up to and during the convention I just assumed McCain would win. I wasn’t going to get involved, no way no how. The loss would hurt too much. Better to keep a distance from it all. Then everything changed when Palin came onboard. For the first time, I paid attention! God I love Palin. She got me to open my eyes, and boy I’ve had fun since. Every day is a new adventure politically. I have such joy and glee watching politics now and I’m sorry now I wasn’t part of the process of making President Obama’s presidency happen in the early and mid stages. I envy those people who believed from the start and all along, and made it happen. I thank them profusely and apologize for not doing my part (other than donating money).
Uh, Vince Foster committed suicide. And, pardon me, but the rest of that paragraph is nothing more than wingnuttery gone wild. “skullduggery” kills me! You’re so funny!
Well I guess you got me there. You’re right and I’m sorry. Not a lot, but a little bit.
Good for you then, maybe there’s hope for you yet.
Have I ever crowed about my critical thinking abilities? I don’t think so. I’m not exactly one of the most respected members of the Dope, but I have fun. You provide a lot of it. Thank you.