It's been a bad day for Republicans. They awoke with a collective hangover from the Bachmans' Pray Away the Gay therapy practices expose' of yesterday. Over brunch, they heard that their Wisconsin party faithfuls were caught stuffing, not the ballot boxes, but the ballots themselves with fake democrats to help them survive the recall elections. By their afternoon Almond Joy break, when each of them should have been feeling like a nut, Rupert Murdock's murky practices were threatening to come ashore and cast a long shadow across Fox News. And my god, it's only Tuesday.
I'm not even close to being a saint, but neither am I a bible-carrying member of the "Christian Right" who has opened my eyes to a motherload of sins I've never even contemplated. I long ago accepted the fact that they were sexually repressed, lying sons of a mommy doggy, but holy moly, these are some industrial strength criminal minds.
Good thing Nixon isn't still alive. He'd be handing out medals of honor right and ...far right. Today's Republicans can say, "I am not a crook," with an even straighter face than Nixon.
If it wasn't my country, let's say it was a soap opera, reality TV or even science fiction, it would be fairly entertaining. But it is, so it isn't.
So I say let's make a deal with Mexico and any other country who sends us their tired, their poor, their huddled masses yearning to be living illegally in the USA: We'll keep your run-away citizens. You take the Republican Party. We'll meet up in five years to see what you'll offer to undo the deal.
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