Sunday, March 29, 2009
Ashley Biden (And Her Big Bag of Cocaine)
The only reason to care about Ashley Biden’s snorting episode (if, indeed, it did happen) is because she didn’t see fit to share with the rest of us.
Bitch.
Aside from that, I’m pretty sure we have some more meaningful issues to discuss right now. Like my sadness about Duke’s early exit from the NCAA tournament, my patriotic fervor (as in, dissent is...), and the potential meanings of North Korea’s long range missile launch.
Compared to all of that, the overstimulated nostrils of one young woman can’t really be all that meaningful, can they?

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Couldn’t agree more. Don’t care that Jennifer Aniston broke up with her boyfriend because he was on Twitter too much. (Sorry, but now the fact is in your brain, and you’ll never get it out.) Don’t care about any of these people.
But if you can dig up something else on Palin, please let me know
I don’t care about Ashley, but I do care that Biden himself is probably the stupidest vice president in history.
But, it is meaningful. Because it takes up column inches (or the silicon/germanium equivalent, or phosphor equivalent) and mental attention that could otherwise be used to report on the extraoardinary departures the federales have taken from their Consitutional authority. And the beltway bandits wouldn’t want too much attention shone upon that matter.
Of course, this presupposes that those who do have an interest in what flavor of crack someone who is completely unimportant on the national scale of thing is snorting, would have an interest in, and ability to comprehend, the monstrous nature of the hijack of legitimate governance that is occurring right now.
Gotta have the circuses, ya know.
Oooooh, circuses! I like circuses and especially the dancing bears and big pretzels and giant swingy things.
What were we talking about?
Dunno, but if you get up to find out, could you bring me back a churro?
Yeah, they should leave the poor girl alone. I guess she should consider herself lucky her dad’s not some big “Drug Warrior” type that promotes bills like the RAVE Act, because the media loves those “hypocrisy” type stories. Hoo boy, if he had been, they’d be on that story like Levi Johnston on Bristol Palin.
I would put my johnston on Bri...oh never mind, I don’t need that kind of trouble.
Still, she’s gotta be a hot dating prospect up in the great North. She’s cute, her family is connected, and you know she puts out.
A churro? A CHURRO? I’d hold out for a funnel cake, at the very least.
A churro? A CHURRO?
Gesundheit.