The McCain campaign should get with some of the Abe’s List folks in Hollywood (like Dennis Miller) and work up some material. Then get SNL to have Palin as a guest where she can do impressions of Tina Fey.
Category Archives: Humor
Don’t Hate Him Because He’s An Intellectual
That was the essence of an inadvertently hilarious (anonymous, natch) comment about Obama in this post.
To me, that’s like Helen Thomas saying “don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
Not That The Analogy Isn’t Still Stupid
But I’m reminded that Jesus was a preacher. Barabbas was the community organizer. And a freedom fighter, like Bill Ayers. Also like Ayers, he got off on a technicality.
A New Vote For Palin/McCain
You know that Tina Fey has to be hoping for a Republican victory. It’s a guaranteed gig for at least four, and maybe a dozen years.
Poor Word Choice
Did Mark Murray think about what he was writing?
Palin could be heard nearly squealing with delight in the front of the plane at the sight of three of her children at the foot of the stairs, and according to several aides, refused to stay inside the plane.
Emphasis mine.
Moose Killer, Maverick
Defending “Community Organizers”
Iowahawk is on the job.
By the way, I’m about to get on an airplane to go back to get blown away by a hurricane, so no posting until this evening, if then.
A Roundup Of Palin Reax
From Iowahawk.
She’s The New Fred Thompson
Heh.
Some Sarah Palin facts. With all the lies and misconceptions out there, somebody had to pull this together. I particularly liked this one:
Death once had a near-Sarah-Palin experience.
and
Jesus wears a bracelet that says WWSPD?
The Idiossey
Iowahawk has dredged up a previously unfound work of Homer:
Speak to me, O Muse, of this resourceful man
who strides so boldly upon the golden shrine at Invescos,
Between Ionic plywood columns, to the kleig light altar.
Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus
Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media;
Their mounted skyboxes echo with the singing of his name
While Olbermos and Mattheus in their greasy togas wrassle
For first honor of basking in their hero’s reflected glory.
Who is this man, so bronzed in countenance,
So skilled of TelePropter, clean and articulate
whose ears like a stately urn’s protrude?
So now, daughter of Zeus, tell us his story.
And just the Cliff Notes if you don’t mind,
We don’t have all day.
Read all.