kathleen....pretty much! LOL

Another Clinton Presidency......this time WITH pants!! (Wish I could remember who said that!)

I think Lizzie Edwards is twice the man Hillary is - and ten times the man her Johnny is.

Finally someone on the public scene more obnoxious than Hillary. Move over Teresa Heinz Kerry.

Sarc, 

I think you have to look at the female perspective each brings. 

John's inner woman is a 12 year old girl with a "my little pony" collection and Hillary's is a pipe fitter named Svetlania from the Ukrain.

So of course thier opinions will differ on female issues. 

Hell, only John could pass for a woman 

"Your best is an idiot,"  Bender

Great point about the unblinking Edwards fleeing from Fox!

Taking that a step further, turn it around watch sen Clinton walking the dog around the first couple of straw poll states. She has 'nerve' yet lacks so much else. How can one represent a country to which one cannot 'reasonably' relate? History tells us.

JDW

News media: Scoreboard for terrorists

Yeah...slap Silky Pony. Except then his mommy would come after you....

Why is Elizabeth doing so much of the talking?

Maybe because John is too weak and/or timid to toss his own grenades.

I will say this for her-going after Hillary in the manner that she did shows me she has far more courage than does her husband. It takes a lot of courage to go after someone as transparently vindictive as the Hildebeast.

Help Fred defeat the RINOs, along with the Hitllary-Obama Axis, & win the White House in '08.

Just a little fun for the hump-day morning.

Staring down the worst.

The professional had left, but the plan she had put in place just seemed wrong. He couldn't explain it; he had to see it for himself to be sure. General John S. (Silky) Pony knew it was pointless asking for reinforcements; he would just have to fix whatever mess he found by himself. He looked at the one tool he had available to him. A small compact hastily dug out from the bottom of an aide's purse. Wholly inadequate for the job at hand, but it would have to do. Besides, he'd brought his men back from the brink of disaster before with far less; he could do it again. As his hand went to open the compact, he looked at the tips of his fingers. The once perfectly manicured nails had lost some of their luster, the shine becoming dull and chipped from the many months spent on the front lines of the campaign. And was that... Oh God! A cuticle invading from under the nail bed! Well, no time to deal with that now. There were more important things to attend to.

Opening the compact with a practiced hand, he stared into the mirror and saw a nightmare. It was all wrong! That... 'professional' might as well have been playing games for all the good she had done! He doubted she had seen any real combat. Put her on the campaign trail with a bumpy, air-conditioned bus driving through one-horse towns and nothing more than a tired, ten-cent, plastic comb trying to keep a prefect coif perfectly... coiffed. The front was hanging far too low; it was obscuring the lines of worry that may need to be brought out at a moments notice. It would have to be brought up, but not so far as to reveal the receding hairline. The part was good, but the movements on the right flank needed to be adjusted, also to give the illusion of full front line that was quickly diminishing. He noticed the sideburns had extended themselves too far. Nothing he could do about that in the time he had, but he could move the second and third layers down a bit on the left for reinforcement. General Pony brought his hand up to make his adjustments, pausing briefly as he realized what damage such strenuous activity might cause to his already fragile nail bits. A quick mental calculation told him the sacrifice was necessary for the cause at hand. It did not make the decision any easier, but he pressed on in true warrior fashion.

He had to be quick, but still delicate in his maneuvers. With the boys left stiff from the 'professionals' handy work, one wrong move could send his entire battle plan into ruin. All those hours spent practicing at his many mansions had prepared him for just this moment. After a few minutes of what seemed like organized chaos, it was over. He had prevailed. The enemy had been defeated and he was now perfectly poised to prance before the gathered assembly. With only seconds to spare he put away the compact and took one last look at the fingertips. It had been a hard fought battle, and their sacrifice would not be in vain. He made a mental note to have an aide make an appointment at Toka when he was next in DC, to see if anything could be salvaged of the once beatific nails. And then the cameras rolled, and he was ready.

Art, it's posts like this that make me so proud to be a conservative.

Tell me what you want to see in the US. Not who you want dead, not how much you hate Bush/Cheney/Ashcroft/Roberts/Libby/Haliburton. I want you to describe your Utopian society and how it could be brought about. Stop the Bravo Sierra and show us your lunacy by extolling exactly what your United States looks like. If you dare.

You can't save the Earth unless You're willing to make other people sacrifice. Dogbert the Green Consultant summing up the elite left.

Spot on Dave R! The dummycrats always roll out the victim who is "above retaliation" Their ideas are so pathetic they need an untouchable spokesperson to keep them from being completely dashed upon the very utterance. Coulter covered it very well in "Godless"

You can't save the Earth unless You're willing to make other people sacrifice. Dogbert the Green Consultant summing up the elite left.