February 03, 2005

It Must Be Admitted

. . . that the boy has learned to speak in public. He kept that smirk on a short leash, and almost never stumbled over his words.

And he dug it when people yelled "no" while he made assertions about Social Security; he couldn't hide that. He likes conflict. He enjoys this process because he's pretty sure he's going to win the fight.

For an illiterate business major, he has big brass balls; they've got to clank when he walks.

And if you have any sympathy for his goals, it's hard not to like him.

Okay. I'm going to forgive the O'Shaughnessy incident. Let's never speak of it again.

Posted by: Attila at 01:41 AM | Comments (1) | Add Comment
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1 Clank! Swagger... Clank! Swagger... Heh heh! It wasn't on that short of a leash. I think he should just give it up and wear his ten-gallon hat and a pair of sidearms to things like this. 1) it would tick off the left, 2) the rest of the world would doubtless get the message.

Posted by: Desert Cat at February 03, 2005 03:10 PM (0DDAz)

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