republicrats and demicans
i know it's a long way back for folks to recall, but once there were republicrat (or were they demican?) governors here in the great commonwealth of massachusetts. in those dark (or were they halcyon?) days, it was such a terror to the demican-controlled statehouse, (or was it republicrat?) that a republicrat (or was that demican?) might appoint another republicrat (or was that demican?) to fill a senate seat vacated by a demican (or was that republicrat?) running for president. oh the horror.
so these slippery and sly demicans (or were they republicrats?) changed the succession law here in the great commonwealth of massachusetts so that a republicrat governor (or was that demican?) could never appoint a republicrat (or was that demican) to fill a vacated demican (or was that republicrat?) senate seat without having that senate seat filled instead by the choice of the people (that's us! yay!) via special election within 5 months of the vacancy. sounds reasonable, no?
well, to teddy kennedy this morning, ailing lion (or was that lush?) of the demican (or was that republicrat?) party, this does not any longer sound reasonable, since now the sitting governor is a demican, (or was that republicrat?), and the vacated senate seat, in his humble opinion, needs to be filled immediately by a demican (or was that republicrat?) or else the world as we know it will undoubtedly end, and the evil republicrats (or are they demicans?) will have one fewer demican (or was that republicrat?) vote to overcome in their [his opinion] evil opposition to the [trade mark] will of the people.
i'm going to have to come up with a new acronym for this sort of thing, as the paint on the W, T and F keys on my keyboard is starting to wear thin.
yeah, that's right. if it's my party, then let's appoint my guy ASAP. but if it's THEIR party, then screw appointments and let's make it all but impossible for the other side to seat someone instead. yeah, that's fair.
i kinda like the rule that says the electorate is polled before the insider deal gets done. teddy, you can kiss my ass, my ballot, and my ever-luvin "don't tread on me" t-shirt.
fire 'em all. it's the only way.