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November 08, 2002
Strange love Mike Hendrix at Cold Fury points out the final thing missing from the sweet, sweet joy of watching the Democrat party implosion in the elections: we haven't heard from Barbara Streisand. We're still waiting for this cherry on top of the delicious electoral sundae. We've got the crushed nuts of many deserving Democrat candidates, but we need Babs to top it off. She's holding out on us. This isn't right.
Babs, we beseech you:
Come on Babs, don't hold out on us. It's been SO delicious watching the Democrat party writhing in agony, but we're all waiting on you. You are the soul of the Democrat party, and we need to hear from you.
Rebuke us with a hysterical rant. We've got it coming. Tell us how wicked and evil we all are for not electing your preferred America hating commies. You know we've misbehaved. Give it to us hard. Bray your indignation with all your might. We need it real bad. We deserve it. Oh, it's going to be a gusher!
Ah, what kind of crappy response is this? "It is a sad time." This is what we've been waiting for? What a rip off. I'm anticipating an orgasmic blast of fury, and all we get is itty bitty hurt feelings. She might as well have titled it "Not tonight, I've got a headache." I feel used.
Damn. I guess I'll just go have a cold shower now.
