Somewhere, Frank Luntz is laughing. And playing with himself. And eating. Somewhere else, George Orwell's grave is empty, because he has spun himself like a corkscrew right out of it and is currently taking a subterranean trip around the globe, spinning, spinning, spinning.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Orwell Would Be So Proud
In a sneak peek at the smidgen of detail that will be offered tonight by the Panicker in Chief Preznit in his State of the Crisis Union address, David Espo of the AP uses the word "personal" seven times and the word "private" just once, in reference to the accounts Chimpy wants to set up to destroy save Social Security.
Somewhere, Frank Luntz is laughing. And playing with himself. And eating. Somewhere else, George Orwell's grave is empty, because he has spun himself like a corkscrew right out of it and is currently taking a subterranean trip around the globe, spinning, spinning, spinning.
Somewhere, Frank Luntz is laughing. And playing with himself. And eating. Somewhere else, George Orwell's grave is empty, because he has spun himself like a corkscrew right out of it and is currently taking a subterranean trip around the globe, spinning, spinning, spinning.
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