RE ANN COULTER (see yesterday)
The following was sent over by HCB...
One of my favorites, from Casablanca:
Major Strasser: Are you one of those people who cannot imagine the Germans in their beloved Paris?
Rick: It's not particularly my beloved Paris.
Heinz: Can you imagine us in London?
Rick: When you get there, ask me!
Captain Renault: Hmmh! Diplomatist!
Major Strasser: How about New York?
Rick: Well there are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade.
As for Robertson, seems to me that the Venezuelan angle is their relationship with Iran, more so than supplying Jamaica with low-cost oil and swapping oil for doctors with Cuba. Chavez is being very cute meantime and declaring that he wants to give poor people in America cheap oil and gas. I'd love to see that.
But the fun part is how Robertson has got himself jammed in the middle between Bush's religious right agendas and oil interests. The poor cousin in the religious right has always been the hillbilly pentacostal factor, which the Bush folks, and the slicker members of that establishment, I'm sure, are as eager to forget as Nashville was when they went looking for slick country and tried to bury Hony Tonk, back when. But musically, Hillbilly is now hip, whereas it's be a cold night for alligators before Fallwell shares a snake with Oral Roberts, or Robertson teams up for a tandem limousine hooker humjob with Swaggert.
Did you catch the Texas chupacabra, by the way? Ratty looking thing, but the scary part is the fangs.
AND CHECK THIS OUT...
The site linked below has the preposterous idea that we should all make use of Paypal to buy Christopher Hitchens a drink. "Fuck off" I cry. Hitchens is grossly overpaid by Vanity Fair for his drunken revisionism. On the other hand, I wouldn’t mind the odd bottle of scotch donated by an awed reader. Of course, I’m too tech-inept to instal the Paypal button, but it’s worth thinking about.
(The email here, by the way, is firstname.lastname@example.org)
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