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A Thug Is A Thug

Monday, Jun. 18, 2007 - 10:47 a.m.

Trent Lott said something recently that made my blood run cold.

With regards to the opposition by conservatives of the immigration bill (which he supports), I assume he got a little tired of dealing with angry messages from his conservative constituents, when he said the following thing:

He said, "Talk radio is running America. We have to deal with that problem."

I see. Dissemination of news so that the people he represents are on top of what's going on in Washington is a 'problem'.

Either Lott has the capability of answering to an informed constituency or he does not.

And when a public official in a representative capacity makes a statement like that, it makes me wonder whether that official's marbles are all in their correct holes. And it makes me wonder what other alligators are lurking in the sewer of Trent Lott's mind.

Jack-booted thugs are jack-booted thugs, whether they're marching in a skinhead parade, or they are minority whips from Mississippi.

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Yesterday night at ten, OBDave and I went back to Disneyland for the closing hour.

For the first time in many visits, we didn't have some dumb assholes in front of us on the darker rides ruining it for us all by taking flash pictures.

The first thing we did was investigate the Nemo line, and we found that the wait, at a little after ten on a Sunday night, according to the Fast Pass dispenser, is still approximately three weeks.

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Not much else to report. Requiel got home and emailed me this morning, so that's a Good Thang.

Have a good Monday, kids!

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