Could Frank be defeated in a wave election? It looks very much as if he could, based on Frank's own behavior

Digging into the peoples archives, I declare Frank & Co. the sure November winner and Lifson a homophobic racist!!


off handed remark: I denounce Obamugabe for having the best raised fist avatar ever.

just sayin...

Comrade Buffoon wrote:

Could Frank be defeated in a wave election? It looks very much as if he could, based on Frank's own behavior

Digging into the peoples archives, I declare Frank & Co. the sure winner and Lifson a racist!!

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off handed remark: I denounce Obamugabe for having the best raised fist avatar ever.

just sayin...

Good one!

after the revelation that his live-in boyfriend was running a gay escort service out of his apartment

It's comment of this sort and type, that prove to us, that all on the reich are racist, bigots and homophobics, does it not? Not to even mention his use of the word "fingerprint", like we do not know what that is referencing. (we do, don't we??) What does Bawney's gayness have to do with his devoted devoutness to his loyal constituents? Does he not have the right to make all the money he can off of these constituents, when they do not mind? WHO reports all the money they make, to the IRS?!! Poor Mr. Frank (I AM REFERRING TO BARNEY FRANK AND NOTHING ELSE!!!) to be disparage by the truth in this manner.
I denounce whatshisname!!

How dare he malign our favorite pickle kisser? Sure Bawney's a loser, but he'd never be gay about it. In fact he'd be a sore loser. He'd stomp his foot, cross his arms and turn his face away. He'd probably lock himself in the bathroom and refuse to come out for weeks.

His reaction to losing would re-write the definition of drama queen. He'd probably even take a near fatal overdose of sleeping pills and viagra just to make us feel sorry for him. Trust me, nobody can sulk like Bawney.

Comrade Whoopie, I do not think Mr. Barney liked that comment!

Fraulein Pulloskies wrote:Comrade Whoopie, I do not think Mr. Barney liked that comment!

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And I thought my photo of him was bad enough.

I see comrade Sean Penn is getting in touch with his inner feminine comrade. Of course that has nothing whatsoever to do with Bawney Fwank and being gay. I have no idea why I'd even post this...

Comrade Whoopie,

Maybe in a round about way it has something to do with Bawney, but it looks more like Sean's impersonation of Auntie Semitic on a windy day.

Comrade Whoopie wrote:How dare he malign our favorite pickle kisser? Sure Bawney's a loser, but he'd never be gay about it. In fact he'd be a sore loser. He'd stomp his foot, cross his arms and turn his face away. He'd probably lock himself in the bathroom and refuse to come out for weeks.

His reaction to losing would re-write the definition of drama queen. He'd probably even take a near fatal overdose of sleeping pills and viagra just to make us feel sorry for him. Trust me, nobody can sulk like Bawney.

Comrade,

Bawney is gay about EVERYTHING! He holds no biases. If he were a sore loser, he'd be GAY about it—and proud too. If he locked himself in a bathroom, you know what he'd be (he'd be GAY about it!) and no doubt finding something to keep himself "occupied" for those weeks of glorious confinement.

But think of the bright side: if Bawney loses, he can take some of his Fannie/Freddie kickbacks and start a franchise operation called "Bawney's Brothels and Boys Town".

Seriously though, I think the only thing 'ol Bawney could overdose on is something that only a stomach pump could save him from.

Whinny-da-PBUH wrote: Seriously though, I think the only thing 'ol Bawney could overdose on is something that only a stomach pump could save him from.

So true, Bawney is full of spunk.

Whinny-da-PBUH wrote:Comrade Whoopie,

Maybe in a round about way it has something to do with Bawney, but it looks more like Sean's impersonation of Auntie Semitic on a windy day.

A'int enough excess skin blowing in that breeze.

Fraulein Pulloskies wrote:Comrade Whoopie, I do not think Mr. Barney liked that comment!

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Who PhotoShopped Barney's head onto my body!? Was that you Fraulein. You PhotoShopped a drag queen onto my body? That's my dress!! I'd recognize it anywhere. I was planning on wearing it election night to Sheila Jackson Lee's election night party!

The original photo was taken the night of Dear Leader's inauguration speech. I was here in Houston, dancing away the night at the Downtown Hyatt. It was a night of Hope and Change. We had so much to look forward to that night. Comrade Theocritus drove down from Pecos, with Bruno, to join the celebration. I remember giving Bruno one of my own purses to match his blue dress. The one he had was a fake plastic pink patent leather looking thing that was cracked on the sides. It looked hideous with his dress. Theocritus could think of nothing but Dear Leader. Just the mention of Dear Leader's name made him quiver, and every time some woman would walk by, Bruno would stare and gloat at her shoes. And, at one point, I completely lost control of myself when Bruno stepped on my toe. I cried, "get off of me you lug." Well, he hated that. "I'm not a lug. I'm a lady." Then, poor Bruno burst into tears. Theocritus had to walk him all the way to the ladies room, but when he walked in there, we could hear a loud scream coming from inside. It was non other than Sheila Jackson Lee. The sight of Bruno was too much for her. She got on her cell phone and called 911. Well, poor Bruno was so humiliated when he had to come back out and do a quick change in a stall in the men's room. That night, he walked into the party as a woman, but he came out as a man.

Well, that's enough. That dress brings back so many memories.

Poor Bruno, he get's no respect from either gender. Say, why don't you send that dress to Bawney so he can give it the appropriate stains? Then you can wear it proudly and claim that you got your "Union label" from Bill Clinton himself?

Leninka, I thought that we had agreed that we would not bring up that little incident about Bruno and Sheila Jackson Lee. Or Dear O'leader. Or Houston. Or even Bruno when you get down to it.

Okay, so Bruno's 6'3" tall and is built like a linebacker. So he has five o'clock shadow on his chest. So he has little, tiny, beady, close-set eyes so sunken under his Neanderthal brow ridge that you can't tell their color.

Bruno is a progressive. His absurdity doesn't matter. It's what's in his heart.

And I can vouch from years of experience, that his heart is little, tiny, cold, and infinitely larcenous.

In other words, a true prog.

Oh, any by the way, why does anyone have to qualify Bonnie Fwank with any adjective such as "gay"? He's a loser whether he's gay, or male, or whatever.

[ Prog off ]The problem is that that bastard, with ACORN troupes trained by O'Billy'O in Chicago and and Chris Dodd are more responsible than anyone else in the world for the malaise right now. One could say that Fwank was not a loser but spectacularly successful in managing to destroy tens of trillions, at least, of wealth, making layabouts feel entitled to a home they can't pay for, unlink action from responsibility, and in general hurt all responsible people.

If Bonnie Fwank is successful to the extend that he's helped the irresponsible at the expense of the responsible, he's the most successful pol since, oh, oh hell I don't want to drag in that one name that I can't use...

Commissar Theocritus wrote:Leninka, I thought that we had agreed that we would not bring up that little incident about Bruno and Sheila Jackson Lee. Or Dear O'leader. Or Houston. Or even Bruno when you get down to it.

Okay, so Bruno's 6'3" tall and is built like a linebacker. So he has five o'clock shadow on his chest. So he has little, tiny, beady, close-set eyes so sunken under his Neanderthal brow ridge that you can't tell their color.

Bruno is a progressive. His absurdity doesn't matter. It's what's in his heart.

And I can vouch from years of experience, that his heart is little, tiny, cold, and infinitely larcenous.

In other words, a true prog.

Pardon me, Theocritus. I do recall you saying something to the effect that what happens in Houston stays in Houston, just like that most famous original "What happens in Pecos, stays in Pecos."

You must admit, though, however, that it was a most excruciating exciting evening, when Dear Leader came to power, andlied under took the oath to uphold the constitution.

By the way. Where have you beeen? What are you doing? Redecorating the Rancho?
You absence has been suspicious, you know.

Leninka, there's a rumor going around (started by me) that having been caught submitting 18,000 fraudulent voter registrations in Harris County Theo then set fire to the warehouse containing all the voting machines.

He's been hiding under his bed ever since and there just isn't enough room under there to open the lid of his laptop.

What are we going to do? Maybe he can blame it on Bruno, telling everyone, that Bruno is a pyromaniac.

No, no, no, I am a loyal progressive. I would never thwart the People's Will by loading ballot boxes. Unless of course a Rethuglican needed to go down.

Bruno is not actually in point of fact a pyromaniac. He merely likes the flashy things. You know of my horrible expenditures at Michael's and Hobby Lobby for fake plastic gemstones. A candle is just the same thing.

Bear in mind that no one except me can really understand the complete cosmic waste of Bruno's mind. That's why I keep him around. He's vain, stupid, silly and self-entitled. He doesn't believe that there is anything outside himself.

That's why he keeps me on track as Made Prog.

[ Prog off ]Thanks, folks; I have missed being here. But business is incredibly good right now; I'm remodeling my offices, and although I feel great now, for nearly a year I could do very little. It's a chore getting back up to speed. Thank God I'm hard to kill. With luck I'll be able to make nasty comments about progs for decades to come.

Thank you for your efforts to keep the most glorious and recipient of many endowments Shelia Jackon Lee in power. Truly a proud accomplishment.

Theo, it's not that you're hard to kill, it's just that we're lazy and haven't really tried...yet

Oooh hey, pass the sweet & sour shrimp...oh and some of that lobster too.

(Now what were we talking about again? Ehh, probably not important.)

Whoopie, I am fingering tears from my eyes. You are a highly placed, esteemed comrade now and I have always, at least since you paid me the last Danegeld, maintained that you are most worthy.

You remind me of some conversations that I've had with dear Punchenko. Ah, such a sweet man, Meow, and we are best friends. I however never go to sleep at the Rancho, when he's there, unless I lock and door and put a chair under the knob. And if Meow has been anywhere near the food preparation, I tell Bruno that he has to taste it first. Poor queen. He has no palette, but he likes the drama.

I'm saying that if Meow couldn't kill me, no one could. Remember he's the one who would up naked in Mao's coffin with an empty bottle of Jack Black and half a bottle of pain pills. (Those were actually my roofies, and I have NO idea what he expected to do with them and Mao. Mao and Meow--and roofies? That doesn't compute.)

And please bear in mind that dear Meow, as much as I love him, has been sidelined and he is now under investigation by Cass Sunstein, who President Awesome's Czar of Totalitarian Lies and Dishonesty.

I hear he's not liking it much.

I DENOUNCE THEOCRITUS FOR ENGAGING IN SUCCESSFUL CAPITALIST VENTURES AND HOPE THAT THE "INCREDIBLY GOOD" BUSINESS HE IS CONDUCTING CONTINUES UNTIL HE HAS HAD A SURFEIT OF PROFIT AND THE LUCRE LOOSES LUSTER!

Theo, your kind and highly exaggerated claims about my standing in the Party is greatly appreciated. Please accept this sack of Krugerrands as a display of my gratitude.

I wish I could remember what we we're discussing earlier. Oh well, no matter. Yeah, them roofies are pretty good when you mix them with vodka.

Oh and if Obamugabe asks about a missing sack of Krugerrands, make like you have no idea what he's talking about (wink).

Betinov, like Cartman in South Park I take my filthy lucre and convert it to $1 bills and roll around in it, naked, chortling with glee. "That's no malaria vaccine, for you, dear Mbwebe. This money, after I take my part, is going to Lord O. He needs another vacation and you? You're just a Kenyan after all, and it's your duty in life to sacrifice your life for the vacations of Lord O."

Thank you, Whoopie, for the lovely lolly.

Don't worry about Obamugabe. I have him well under control. I found that he has a certain weakness let's say for squatty, fat, potato-and-beet fed, hairy-legged East German female athletes. And we don't check their DNA by the way.

I keep him well supplied with these women, whom I call dimbos because they're too stupid to be bimbos. But they read him Marx and they all drink potato vodka, and when he passes out, the women, who are my agents of course, rifle through his stuff. Checking to see what he might have accidentally taken from me, to return it.

But I also take the same position that RICO statues take. They state that for example an old Mexican man with $1000 must have gotten it in a drug deal. I have lots of experience with old Mexican men who've saved lots of money but if it works for the feds, it works for me.

On that basis I have instructed Wombella and Ursula to seize from Obamugabe anything which he cannot explain the provenance of. Such as anything that they think that I might want.

I always follow the laws.

When it benefits me. Because I'm a made prog.

Bruno. Bruno! BRUNO! Stop! Wait just a minute! You know that "Dimbo" is just a name that I have for you. It does not mean Dumb Bimbo. I promise! Have I ever lied to you?

Easy, there, Bruno. Here. Go find yourself something nice in the Victoria's Secret catalog. That's a good dimbo, er, boy. Here. Look at page 35. Shiny! Wouldn't you like that? Shiny!