Flint's own heavyweight, Michael Moore, galumphed onto the national stage with his rhetorical corpulence! He endorsed . . . John Mc . . .had you there, Senator Barack Obama!
On eve of the Pennsylvania Primary, Michigan Fats, gives a shout out to Keystone Kos-ovoans with his usually jolly aplomb-pudding - figgy-pudding:
But the question I keep hearing is... 'can he win? Can he win in November?' In the distance we hear the siren of the death train called the Straight Talk Express. We know it's possible to hear the words "President McCain" on January 20th. We know there are still many Americans who will never vote for a black man. Hillary knows it, too. She's counting on it.
Deathtrain - boy, that sure sure puts the Nazi sprinkles all over this dish - didn't Bill Maher do the Third Reich to some concern only last week? Mach Nicht, Lefties love it! Unless, of course Liberal Fascism gets spooned into the sundae.
Thin gruel, Hungry Mike, for most Americans; but, emaciated pasty dopes like Bill Maher, bloated wind-bags like Olbermann and Mannish Boy Maddows ( 'The Lion I shoot!')wolf it down.
Flint's Round Mound of Retro-Revolution, Moore gets a few digs in at the Pope in his Old Country Buffet plateful of progressive prosing, which makes sense for a guy who found the Easter Sunday domestic terrorists in Chicago who attacked worshippers with fake blood at Holy Name Cathedral righteous good fare! He ate it up!
Big Britches filled to capacity!
Click my post title for Moore Dinty Stew!