I’d be filled with a lot of stupidity and hate as well if my last name was Chambliss, and my parental units decided to name me “Saxby.” Good fucking God, how his parents must’ve despised him. Like “Chain you to a radiator in the basement and feed you only moldy bread and sewer water” despised.
Obamablocking notwithstanding, conventional wisdom is that “Taxby” is essentially being forced out for not being enough of a right-wing dickbag to please his fellow jackals… er, Republicans, as mentioned here. While I’ve never been a fan, I’m going to begin shuddering now at the prospect of what may replace him-- some tricorned beast reeking of tea leaves, giddy at the prospect of impeachment and dedicated to keeping Georgia one of America’s key laughingstock states, as tradition would have it.
My father used to tell me about a man who ran a drayage service in Tennessee using mule drawn carts to carry goods over the the mountains into Georgia. I think one of his mules shit out Chambliss before returning. I’ll never forgive the way he treated Max Cleland.
You’re exactly right. This is a good thing for Georgia Democrats, because Saxby actually understands that the Republican Party is backwards in a lot of areas. He was also willing to cross the aisle a little, working with Kay Hagan on a few projects. He most certainly isn’t stupid, and I doubt he’s being forced out.
Whoever they replace him with will probably be a braying jackass, giving the Dems a somewhat decent chance of winning a seat in the Senate.
That makes this one of those instances in which I can sincerely say that I didn’t think I’d live to see the day. But yes, the neocons are now being looked upon as prey by the 'baggers. Hell, that’s reaping what you sow, I guess.
Let’s just hope its another sign of the TP imploding. Let them mount these challenges in the primaries and win as long as they lose to someone with a brain in the general election. Stay in bed with Grover Norquist and and his ilk, blow mountains of money, then fail. We saw how that worked out last November.
I would sooner drink hemlock than vote for that namby-pamby Saxby Chambliss! I mean, what kind of name is that, Saxby Chambliss?! You know, back in my day, a guy named Saxby Chambliss comes up to you and says he’s runnin’ for the Senate, you put him in a BARREL and send him over a WATERFALL!! I want a man up there with a name I can TRUST! A man with a name like the guys I grew up with! Not a man with a name like Saxby Chambliss! Or Zackamore Hooberry! Goolsby Scroggins! Mortimer Fapp! Derval Mackinaw! Ebenezer Yakbain! Jasper Quazzeltoot! I used to work in a saloon with a guy named Peabody Tilcutt! Now, I don’t know a thing about his politics, but I wouldn’t vote for that man for President of the PTA! I bet his running mate would have had a name like Saxby Chambliss!
Trust me, you do not want a guy like Saxby Chambliss! Okay? And you wouldn’t be much better off with a man named Bernhart Barnthistle!! Or Templeton Thappletrap! Fitzner Blout! Beezleton Kernwinkle! Kip Joggletog! You know, I’m kinda runnin’ out of names here but you get the point! Oh, thought of another one: Clementine Dimplethippy!