Twenty-two percent (22%) of Democratic voters nationwide say that Hillary Clinton should drop out of the race for the Democratic Presidential nomination. However, the latest Rasmussen Reports national telephone survey found that an identical number—22%--say that Barack Obama should drop out.Let's see... 22% plus 22% plus 62%. Check my math on this...
A solid majority of Democrats, 62%, aren’t ready for either candidate to leave the race.
I think the race has been determined, anyway, at this point. I think it’s very difficult to imagine how anyone can believe that Barack Obama can’t be the nominee of the party. I think that’s a foregone conclusion, in my view, at this juncture given where things are. But certainly over the next couple of weeks, as we get into April, it seems to me then, that the national leadership of this party has to stand up and reach a conclusion.And then the followup questions, "So you’re talking about putting together, what, a committee of elders?" There would only be one thing more frightening than a bunch of aging liberal hippees meeting around a campfire in an attempt to solve this one.
Putting aside her standard campaign speech, Clinton made a stark appeal to Obama, saying his failure to allow new votes in Michigan and Florida -- both states have been stripped of their national convention delegates because they held January primaries -- will help Republicans carry those states in November and violates "a bedrock American principle" that every vote should count.Then I read the Drudge-linked reuters article with this bold headline "Clinton backers warn Pelosi on superdelegate rift". Thunder Thighs is upset with Pelosi for her statement that superdelegates ought to put their full support behind the candidate that obtains the most pledged delegates. Hillary was so angry, she had a group of "donors" (read: flat-nosed Brooklyn guidos) send a letter (read: severed horse head in bed) asking her to "clarify" (read: threatening her to see it her way) that the 800 or so superdelegates are free (read: yah, right!) to support the candidate they think would be the best nominee (read: It better be ME dammitt!).
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state you handicap: Confused constantly by the separation of powers thing in the constitution
Comment: Thank you Nancy Pelosi for again injecting yourself into foriegn policy of the US, meeting with the lama dolley, raising your middle finger at china while neglecting any and all lesser important matters like doing your real job and trying to pass legislation and make laws.
Come on Snap Daddy. I'm not sure I want to encourage Pelosi to work on passing legislation and making laws. Besides, what harm could Madam Speaker cause by jetting all over the world (global warming-mongerer?) donning the silly local headwraps, and "injecting" herself into foreign policy? She is, after all, just trying to help! 
Let me tell you a little bit more about lacrosse, for I have studied it intensely for many years. The word "lacrosse" comes from the french, and literally means "the crosse", and refers to the stick weapons used by the Christians to defeat Napolean in the French Revolution. 
In any case, the game today is played with a very hard rubber ball that, when thrown with the crosse (stick thingy), can travel over 100 miles per hour. Did I mention that you can two-hand your opponent with your crosse? Don't worry though, the players are covered with pads that shield and armor over 3 % of their bodies. Anyway, it is an interesting game (and an interesting ride home, as I watch my son in the rearview mirror counting contussions, welts, and purple bruises scattered about his chest and arms). Why is he smiling? Honey, did he take a blow to the head? 
"I don't feel no ways tired. I come too far from where I started from. Nobody told me that the road would be easy. I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me"
If there's one lesson that has been abundantly clear from the fall of public figures over the last few years -- Bill Clinton, Roger Clemens, Rafael Palmeiro, Eliot Spitzer, Mike Vick, Alberto Gonzales, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera -- it is that the bad deed is not what does in the person who commits it; rather, it is the persistent lying about it that does.
Barack Obama's continued pathetic attempts to spin (read: lie about) the situation regarding his involvement with Jeremiah Wright's black-separatist megachurch shows that he, like all of those listed above and so many more, is afflicted with the same elitist mindset that drove the others to maintain that they were innocent of those things which they were rightly accused of.
Don't confuse beer goggles with Smart Goggles, invented by Professor Kuniyoshi at the University of Tokyo. These goggles have a built in camera, display screen, and computer-powered brain thingy. Other than making the wearer look like a complete dork, they reportedly remember where you last saw your keys, your iPod, your pocket protector, etc. ...it could also be used as an educational tool. If given the right programming, it could allow wearers to walk through gardens, stare (at) unfamiliar plants and find out their names instantly.OK, listen up Yoshi, allow me to help you out with a few things. First, I get it. You invented these glasses because in some nerd-logic way, you thought that it might help you get a girlfriend, and not one that has one of those valve stems, am I right? What you need to do immediately is to STOP walking through gardens with those goggles staring at plants. You're scaring the chicks. Seriously.
More sophisticated versions could also help people who are bad at remembering names get through awkward social situations.
The invention does have flaws. It cannot cope with family members who insist on hiding or moving objects. And it struggles to cope with objects placed in unusual positions.
If it's 3 a.m., why is the male-seeming mother fully dressed as she comes in to check on her sleeping children? Is she a bar crawler or insomniac? An obsessive-compulsive housecleaner, like Joan Crawford in "Mommie Dearest"? And why is Hillary sitting at her desk in full drag and jewelry at that ungodly hour? A president should not be a monomaniac incapable of rest and perched on guard all night like Poe's baleful raven.
As Mitt Romney so eloquently stated, Listening to Obama and Clinton discuss their national security credentials is akin to “listening to two chihuahuas argue about which is the biggest dog,” and McCain is the "big dog".
THE NEW RULES
The revised criteria for getting into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame
1. You have to rock. If Janis Joplin, Bon Scott or Joe Strummer wouldn’t have toasted your tunes with a pint, you’re out.
2. You have to blow minds. The Beatles and Hendrix switched the world from black and white to color. Well, you gotta do that. Or at least come close.
3. You have to have done at least one thing that categorically qualifies as rock ’n’ roll: lighting your guitar on fire, getting busy with your 14-year-old cousin or writing a letter to the Hall of Fame calling it a, um, urine stain after being inducted (as the Sex Pistols did) all qualify.
Officials in Michigan and Florida have shown renewed interest in holding repeat presidential nominating contests, and Dean has urged party officials in both states to come up with plans for how that can be done so their delegates can be counted at the national convention in late August.
The Obama campaign declined to comment on the ad, which appears on the Clinton campaign's Web site. Clinton campaign spokesman Jay Carson rejected any suggestion that Obama's skin was deliberately darkened as "totally bogus." A person's skin color "in every single screen shot looks different . . . It looks different in every single place," Carson told the New York Post.I love it when liberals "eat their own." I don't know if there is anything dirty or underhanded going on here. Certainly, Hillary wouldn't stoop to these means herself, would she? You be the judge...
BRATTLEBORO, Vt. (AP) - Voters in this southern Vermont town were deciding Tuesday whether to approve a measure calling for the indictment of President Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney on charges of violating the Constitution.
The symbolic article seeks to have police arrest Bush and Cheney if they ever visit Brattleboro or to extradite them for prosecution elsewhere—if they're not impeached first.
If Bush has stones, he would gather a handful of the few and the proud, march down Main Street Brattleboro waving and smiling, take a leak in the street when the urge hits, and have orders to waterboard the first f#@& that even looks sideways at him. Better yet, he doesn't need the marines (God bless 'em) to deal with the panty-waste liberals that apparently infect this town. I'm sure Cheney would love to go hunting quail with him.
By now, everybody has heard ad nauseum about conservative talk show host Bill Cunningham using Barak Obama's middle name, Hussein, during a crowd warm up last Tuesday for McCain. “at one point, the media will quit taking sides in this thing and start covering Barack Hussein Obama,” said Cunningham.CUNNINGHAM: Well, Alan Colmes, let me tell you my intent. Instead of you speculating in the dark, let me give you the facts. Some of the great presidents of American history where Obama wants to be John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Ronald Wilson Reagan, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, one of your heroes. Ronald Wilson — how about Jefferson Clinton? How about — how about Hillary Rodham Clinton?
I gave him three proper names, elevating him to almost a presidency. In fact, isn't your middle name Youssef? Alan Youssef Colmes?
The Angry White Man owns firearms, and he’s willing to pick up a gun to defend his home and his country. He is willing to lay down his life to defend the freedom and safety of others, and the thought of killing someone who needs killing really doesn’t bother him.
The Angry White Man is not a metrosexual, a homosexual or a victim. Nobody like him drowned in Hurricane Katrina — he got his people together and got the hell out, then went back in to rescue those too helpless and stupid to help themselves, often as a police officer, a National Guard soldier or a volunteer firefighter.
His last name and religion don’t matter. His background might be Italian, English, Polish, German, Slavic, Irish, or Russian, and he might have Cherokee, Mexican, or Puerto Rican mixed in, but he considers himself a white American.
He’s a man’s man, the kind of guy who likes to play poker, watch football, hunt white-tailed deer, call turkeys, play golf, spend a few bucks at a strip club once in a blue moon, change his own oil and build things. He coaches baseball, soccer and football teams and doesn’t ask for a penny. He’s the kind of guy who can put an addition on his house with a couple of friends, drill an oil well, weld a new bumper for his truck, design a factory and publish books. He can fill a train with 100,000 tons of coal and get it to the power plant on time so that you keep the lights on and never know what it took to flip that light switch.
