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Sunday, December 27, 2009

4 Quick Points

Tori Amos says, "If Palin runs again, I'm going to run on a Republican ticket. What I know about Middle Eastern policy could fit on a thumbnail, but I still know more than she does. You have to ask, how could a nation nearly vote in somebody who isn't qualified for the job?"

Firstly, sweetheart, let us just say that we find your claim about what little you know of Middle Eastern policy completely credible.

Secondly, we feel certain that what Sarah Palin knows about the subject would dwarf your tiny brain.

Thirdly, we wonder what business someone who admits to knowing almost nothing on a particular subject has qualifying the extent of someone else's knowledge?

Fourthly, we believe that you should run for some office in a Republican primary if you so desire and strongly urge you to do so. Not only because we defend individual liberty and the pursuit of happiness whenever given the chance, but primarily because we'd be very much amused if you did so.

[Bonus Question: Whose voice do I summon? Justine knows!]

by C. C. Kurzeja
2009 All Rights Reserved

4 comments:

Justine said...

Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Is it the almost inimitable Pat I hear echoes of? If anyone's voice needs to be summoned in these difficult times, it is hers.

Ms. Amos asks, "How could [they] almost . . .?"

I ask, "How DID we?"

Happy 2010 to you and yours! Fasten your seatbelts . . . It's going to be a(nother) bumpy year.

Arielle said...

Flicka! I'd rather given up hope of ever seeing you post here again. I certainly hope you'll find more to post about to keep you with us in the blog world. Welcome back!

Anonymous said...

You have to ask, how could a nation nearly vote in somebody who isn't qualified for the job?"

I find the irony of this statement overpowering, since the people saying universally voted for Obama who was even less qualified for an even higher office.

Justine said...

I come. I feed the fish. I gaze at the calendar. I note that Tori Amos is still nitwit-ish. Then, I sigh and leave. Flicka, you tease. Write! Write! Write!