Saxby Chambliss: fun to say, shitty to vote for. But seriously, say Saxby Chambliss out loud seven times and then put together a phone bank, start calling Georgia and get Jim Martin elected to the Senate in the run-off on December 2nd.
Oh, and here’s Chambliss’s 2002 ad comparing Vietnam Vet and triple-amputee Max Cleland to Osama bin Ladin… it’s not on his Facebook page for some reason:
You know how everyone keeps saying that “the country’s changing” and Obama’s election “shows we’re making a lot of progress?” What they mean when they say “changing” and “progress” is that old people, adorable, racist, homophobic old people, are dying.
You know the one age group that Obama lost overall? You guessed it, men and women 65 and over. You know who’s most likely to be dead by the time Obama’s up for reelection? You guessed it, men and women 65 and over. Awesome!
Guess what percentage of voters aged 18-29 support some form of gay marriage/civil union? 75%! Now, same question for all you folks 65 and over? 44%! In 20 years the bottom of that demographic is going to be 85 years old, and the survivors will be watching their grandson marry his college boyfriend, Tucker.
So yeah, maybe we should all slow down a little on the geriatric medical research and focus instead on “this country making a lot progress.” You know what I mean?
Not cause I’m mad at the Dems for letting you keep your chairmanship (that was probably the right thing to do… even after you inexplicably supported McCain) but ’cause, well look at you. Look at you and your fucking face.
Yesterday was your 85th Birthday and you could have been the first convicted felon ever elected to the US Senate, instead all you get is this giant red dick. It’s like you got me a present on your birthday!
It’s actually kind of cool that they got together to talk, and I kind of feel for McCain, his campaign was despicable, but he’s like a mediocre actor that made one really really bad movie. He’s like the Kevin Costner of politics. He and Bob Dole should host a talk show. It would be called: “Golf and Naps with John and Bob,” and I’d enjoy watching watching it when really stoned.