It was a good week in politics:

1.  On Tuesday, Barry "Selected Not Elected" Obammy bribes enough
smokey-back-room super delegates to wrest the Jackass nomination from
Cigar's wife.  Moments later, Mrs. "The Next President of the United
States!!" Willy takes to the stage not to congratulate the nominee but to
declare victory in the face of defeat.  Even Bob Bechel, Clinton Spilled
Milk Lapper extraordinaire, smacked himself in the forehead over this stupid
woman's complete lack of anything approaching a sense of grace.  Great
political comedy.

2.  Vanity Fair magazine identifies yet another greasy whore Cigar Willy has
bedded, almost certainly adding even more to Mrs. Willy's sense of self
worth ("Nice to think that she could so think, as in thinking, 'When milk
spills...'")  Cigar, a former President of the United States, calls the
reporter a scumbag, the whore threatens to sue and VF is sticking by their
story.

3.  Some idiot democrat senator or representative from Florida wants to
amend the Constitution to eliminiate the electoral college, citing the 2000
election of President Bush as his motivation.  Said idiot is from the same
party that just selected (not elected) Barry Bambam to run for president.
Irony thick enough that you can lay it on with a paint roller.

4.  Some love-sick columnist from the San Francisco Chronicle launches an
Obammy gushfest worthy of John Wilson or his dullard uberbuddy Klanh.  Said
columnist describes the gaffe-a-minute Chicago ward heeler as "ethereal,"
"magical," "not really one of us" and "a
lightworker."  What the fuck is a
lightworker?  Be prepared for more of this nausea-inducing ecomium as the
campaign progresses.  Some of it will probably be original to this echo if
Wilson can figure out a spilled-milk angle.

5.  Mrs. Willy concedes the nomination (and her doormat life) on Saturday
with butt-ugly daughter and sickly, red-faced husband onstage with her.  Not
really having any respect for her supporters (or anybody else), Mrs. Willy
shows up 45 minutes late with her ragtag family trailing along behind her.
Her speech is a study in abnormal psychology, cognitive dissonance and the
downright weirdness of all that is the wife of Cigar Blythe Willy.  Some
highlights:  Hillary! told us twice that she managed to convince 18 million
nose pickers to vote for her.  When the Rodgirl told us of this monumental
feat, she beamed that buck-toothed, wild-eyed Hillary Willy smile of hers.
When she told the faithful that they now must join the Obammy asylum, the
portion of her speech written by the DNC, she smirked.  When she told us
that her loving, attentive and diseased husband won election twice!!!!, she
beamed; when she told us that we must now follow Obamessiah into oblivion,
she smirked.  The Willy woman actually said this, "And my family - my
husband, Chelsea and my mother. You mean the world to me!"  (Buck-toothed,
wild-eyed, manic, insane smile!)  One third of this gathering of world
meaners is right now fucking some 20-ish Hollywood slut.  And he means the
world to her.

Folks, we couldn't make this shit up.

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