New GOP ad “The private sector is doing fine.“
It has amused me to see all the hints and even exhortations in the press that Hillary Clinton will be both offered, and accept, the VP slot for 2012. I don’t claim to know Hillary’s mind, but given their treatment of her in 2008, I’d like to imagine that conversation going something like this:
Hillary: Yeah. Where are you?
J: We’re in the parking lot at Whole Foods in the middle of Virginia. I think. The recent past is kind of a blur. There were some styrofoam columns, and fainting….. and then I’m not sure where we went after that. We weren’t really paying attention, to be honest.
J: See… the thing is, we need a ride home. And money to tow the car. And probably a new transmission.
H: I see. And didn’t I tell you that crappy car was in no shape to do an 800 mile trip?
J: Yeah, but….see, we hit this skid patch coming around Route 2010, and next thing we knew Barry had us in the middle of a cornfield, and half the damn undercarriage of the car was gone! And…and then Timmy somehow got stuck in a well, and Ben started puking up green stuff, and Michelle kept spending all the trip money on bling…. And Axelrod, OMG Axelrod has completely flipped out and keeps wandering around mumbling that we are someplace called FourYearsAgo Avenue, so we had to tie him in the trunk! And Eric is high or something and keeps trying to buy fucking GUNS for these dudes I am pretty sure are drug lords, and we didn’t realize gas was going to get so expensive, and we are broke, and……..Mooooom, this is BAD! You have to help us!
H: And I seem to recall that you are over 21 (as you kept reminding me), and didn’t need your stinkin’ old has-been not-trendy mother to tell you it was a bad idea to go careening off across the country half-drunk on hopenchange with no money in your pockets and a piece of shit vehicle with 3 bald tires.
J: Well, yeah, Mom, but you HAVE to come pick us up, because there’s some guys hanging around here who don’t look too friendly – I think the ringleader is called Mitt, and he keeps smirking and pointing at our crapped-out car….and we are getting really nervous here, Mom!
H: Where is the nearest bus station?
J: It’s…..um….. I think it’s around the intersection of 2012 and High Unemployment St.
H: Then I suggest you start walking.