I am not sure what to say.
TheArizona
My mother, a lady of consumate class, told me if I could not say anything nice about someone, say nothing. Although I have often (and sometimes to my regret) failed to follow her advice, this time I think I will...
NOT!!! (Sorry, mom!)
There is hope for the Republic yet! Another wretched, miserable kneecrawling, pukelicking, liberal pusbag goes to meet his maker--and not a second too soon! I hope Mary Jo greets the philandering pig at the gates and ships his rotten posterior where I believe it belongs. Maybe that'll sweat some of the fat off his arse!
The future grows brighter without this consumate deal maker around to teach the youth of America how to sell their Country, their Constitition, their employees, their constituents, their progeny down the river to socialist slavery without batting an eye, uttering a decipherable sylable, or taking the blame for the results.
America should sleep better tonight knowing another one is soon to be in the dirt.
The Senate finds itself a little less tainted today.
I know what I want to say, but I’d get flamed here. Let’s say, as Mark Twain did, that while it’s wrong to speak ill of the dead, there are some obituaries I speak highly of.