Okay, so I have the Convenience Stores controlling the Newspaper Pundits who control the CIA who control the Orbital Mind Control Lasers… and as the Gnomes of Zurich I get an extra $100 per turn… so I’m gonna move the whole branch here where the Secret Masters of Fandom control the Boy Sprouts who control California over to this other side and leave the Evil Geniuses for a Better Tomorrow to control their own branch…
Well, Linda McMahon’s not running for Senate this year, right?
I love that game and have intermittently looked for a computer/online version.
Only because there is no Senate race in Connecticut this year. Thank Og.
In Illinois Jim Oberweis is running, suicidally, against US Senate majority whip, Dick Durbin. In his ads Oberweis claims to not be a career politician, which is true thanks to the efforts of the voters of Illinois. Instead he is a career candidate, losing two Senate primaries, a primary for governor, and a general election to replace Denny Hastert, finally settling for State Senator, which is such a pathetic position for a politician in Illinois that the former Senator who works down the hall came back to run for County Board Chairman.
FTR, everybody I know who knows Jim Oberweis, including my own daughter, think he’s the salt of the earth. However, those who are not idiots themselves admit that he’s an idiot. In one of his campaign ads, I think it was 2006, against the wishes of his family and his keepers who knew the real numbers, he claimed IIRC that 25 million illegal aliens enter this country each year. He should know, since some of them worked in his ice cream stores.
When the winner of his second run at the US Senate, Jim Ryan, was driven from the race by crazed Trekkies, the party bypassed the second place finisher, Oberweis, to throw Alan Keyes against some up-and-comer named Obama, though Jim offered to pay all the campaign costs.
Oh, man, being rejected as a candidate in favor of Alan Keyes must feel like being the guy who lost the mayoral
election to Rob Ford.
The Republiopaths, in their most estimable cluelessness, picked Keyes because they needed a dark-hued candidate to go up against the dark-hued Democrat. As if that has ever worked for them before. I await their cries of “Racist!” when the Democrats call Ben Carson a putz in the near future. You cannot be a true Republiopath if you actually understand what racism is.
They tried to recruit Mike Ditka before that.
Racism factor aside at least that weird contest gave the world the concept of the “Crazification factor”
Actually, I’ve heard it’s 20%. 20% being the percentage of people who believe Elvis is still alive. But 27% is close.
It’s less than 10%, though it could be 20% if you include “don’t know” people.
From self-accredited ebola expert Rand Paul:
Well, that last sentence is true enough, though not the way he means it…
Cocktail parties cause Ebola to spontaneously become contagious? Wow, he should go tell someone ad the CDC that, sounds important.
I guess that’s technically true; you’re at a cocktail party, and an Ebola victim pukes into your canapes without you noticing it, you’d catch it.
Shit, if Ebola were as deadly as these guys make it out to be, we wouldn’t have to worry about somebody from Liberia getting into America, there wouldn’t be anybody left in Liberia to get on a plane!
Now, keep in mind that blood plasma from Ebola survivors can be an effective treatment, as it has the antibodies produced by the survivor, kind of a rough and ready, quick and dirty vaccine. And it is widely known that children, especially young children, have very strong immune systems, that’s when we grow the antibodies we use for the rest of our lives.
OK, so now we have all these kids flooding over our borders, right? I have a modest proposal…
I wanna go to one of those cocktail parties, they sound, well, absolutely randy.
(of course, he could simply be deconstructing “cocktail” inside his little head)
Clearly, the cocktail parties Rand Paul attends entail a lot of projectile diarrhea.
Well, there is a lot of discussion of Ayn Rand, so…
Still, we may have to forgo the quaint custom of rolling a doobie and passing it around the circle.