January 23, 2008

Okay, Fred.

I don't really care for being pimped out to Mitt-Fucking-Romney, but you do what you have to do.

I'll do what I have to do.

And if we find each other, it's beautiful politics.

Yeah, Fred. Love you. But fuck you—long, slow, painful. Am I getting through to you?

"This will not be over quickly; nor will you enjoy it."


And, you know . . . I'm not angry any more.

My friend Binker, however, is furious.

Posted by: Attila Girl at 11:59 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment
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1 I'm moderately pissed myself. I'm not supporting Romney, no matter what Fred says, and the fact that I got 17 Fred emails a day asking for money, and jack shi'ite to announce his departure really pisses me off.

Posted by: Thus Spake Ortner at January 24, 2008 05:53 AM (r3L6K)

2 Unless you were signed up to 17 Friends of Fred Thompson accounts you weren't getting 17 e-mails a day. I should know; I send half of them out. Be mad; it's understandable (I'm not thrilled either), but we don't need the silly hyperbole.

Posted by: Sean Hackbarth at January 24, 2008 12:11 PM (IpB84)

3 We're just working through things, Sean. Isn't hyperbole one of the stages of grief?

Posted by: Attila Girl at January 24, 2008 01:46 PM (TWjW+)

4 William Congreve, in The mourning bride, 1697: As you'll answer it, take heed This Slave commit no Violence upon Himself. I've been deceiv'd. The Publick Safety Requires he should be more confin'd; and none, No not the Princes self, permitted to Confer with him. I'll quit you to the King. Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn'd; Heav'n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn'd, Nor Hell a Fury, like a Woman scorn'd.

Posted by: Hog Beatty at January 24, 2008 10:25 PM (wksJa)

5 Thanks for the input. I'll be burning your house down soon--just so you know.

Posted by: Attila Girl at January 24, 2008 11:16 PM (TWjW+)

6 Hey. Nothing wrong with me that can't be cured by roasting FDT over an open fire, and then eating his liver with fava beans and a nice chianti.

Posted by: Attila Girl at January 25, 2008 12:50 AM (TWjW+)

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