Rand Paul occasionally shares concerns that are similar to my concerns. And who doesn't like an old-fashioned grandstanding filibuster, to remind everyone what they are clamoring for?
That Zappos chick entertains me sometimes, usually unintentionally. Does that make her my friend?
To say more about this risks destroying the castle of Zen I am creating for myself, but I see that you're in a tendentious mood, and I love you and respect your tendention every bit as much as I respect my own, in all things, so this:
I have earthly concerns. Those whose logic prefers the deaths of humans in combat, before the goalposts move, are entitled to their views, however mendaciously they express them. I am entitled to tell them to fuck the fuck off and talk about something else. They are entitled to nice lives when they refuse. I am entitled to the resulting quiet, or would be, if it were not shattered by earthly concerns.
And now I'm going to go repair the damage I just did to my castle, before it sinks into the fucking swamp. Again.
Rand Paul was just doing a less than entertaining fund raiser for his 2016 campaign. On the taxpayer's dime. I wish I could figure out a way to sue his ass. Also. That hair.
Props to Eric Holder (for the first time ever I think) for his two sentence letter to Senator Paul.
Of course, he eventually said "OK, carry on " and voted to confirm Brennan. meanwhile, the non-talking filibuster of the DC judge that is actually breaking the DC circuit court system by keeping it drastically understaffed, goes one with no comment and not even identifying which asshole Repub is the one placing the secret hold.
So in addition to fluffing Paul's Teabagger bonafides, it was merely a diversionary tactic.
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Rand Paul occasionally shares concerns that are similar to my concerns. And who doesn't like an old-fashioned grandstanding filibuster, to remind everyone what they are clamoring for?
Are we not entertained?
That Zappos chick entertains me sometimes, usually unintentionally. Does that make her my friend?
To say more about this risks destroying the castle of Zen I am creating for myself, but I see that you're in a tendentious mood, and I love you and respect your tendention every bit as much as I respect my own, in all things, so this:
I have earthly concerns. Those whose logic prefers the deaths of humans in combat, before the goalposts move, are entitled to their views, however mendaciously they express them. I am entitled to tell them to fuck the fuck off and talk about something else. They are entitled to nice lives when they refuse. I am entitled to the resulting quiet, or would be, if it were not shattered by earthly concerns.
And now I'm going to go repair the damage I just did to my castle, before it sinks into the fucking swamp. Again.
Rand Paul was just doing a less than entertaining fund raiser for his 2016 campaign. On the taxpayer's dime. I wish I could figure out a way to sue his ass. Also. That hair.
Props to Eric Holder (for the first time ever I think) for his two sentence letter to Senator Paul.
Repeat after me: "Ommmmmmmmmmmmm"
Of course, he eventually said "OK, carry on " and voted to confirm Brennan. meanwhile, the non-talking filibuster of the DC judge that is actually breaking the DC circuit court system by keeping it drastically understaffed, goes one with no comment and not even identifying which asshole Repub is the one placing the secret hold.
So in addition to fluffing Paul's Teabagger bonafides, it was merely a diversionary tactic.
Wait, if he's the enemy of the enemy of the enemy of the enemy of the enemy of...
I'm just confused now.
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