Crazy Like a Kos

First Kos vows to strike down any Democrat who didn’t find Stephen Colbert funny, and now he refers to a Democrat who is challenging Joe Lieberman in the primaries and trailing 31 to 51 in the polls as “in striking distance.”
THIS GUY IS FREAKING NUTS!!!
I guess the Dems must be happy that Kos is applying his perfect zero batting record to trying to bring down Democrats, but when is someone going to get Kos needed medical help?
And how does Kos get so many hits a day for his site? Is it his third-grade political analysis or that his site is like MySpaces for the moonbats whose mental healthcare facilities allow internet access?
I think a good goal for IMAO is to surpass Kos in traffic. I know that, if I apply myself, I can be even crazier than he is. It will take some work, but I am not adverse to hard work… despite what my parents might say. So prepare yourself for a new Frank J. even crazier than before!
After a few more cups of coffee…

8 Comments

  1. Okay, to be crazy, you have to get elected to Congress.
    Drink all night long and swallow some pills.
    Drive your car around Capitol Hill and smash it into as many barricades as you can.
    Tell the arresting officers that they can’t do anything about it because “You are about to Vote.” Be sure to use those fake quotes finger gestures when you say that.
    Deny everything to the press.
    Wait for happy hour and repeat.

  2. Funny, I go crazy when my coworkers take away my coffee. I’m not talking the “slightly neurotic” type crazy either; I’m talking the “foaming at the mouth, bite your hand off” type crazy.
    Luckily, the company I work for sells prosthetics, so none of the customers notice.

  3. Somehow, Frank, I don’t think that a few cups of coffee will be sufficient to duplicate the necessary frame of “mind” that Kos’ years of drug abuse and his untreated late-stage syphilis have produced.

  4. If you really want to go crazy, make SarahK get to work having you some kids. Better yet, adopt some. They’ll drive you nuts inside of a year. First you get paranoid from the lack of sleep (“he’s crying on purpose just to make me stay awake, isn’t he?”), then you go crazy trying to childproof stuff to keep it away from a kid who’s faster and cleverer than you and can figure out ways around every barrier you erect. Then they drive you mad because they can’t talk to express themselves, and after they learn to talk they do nothing but ask you “why? why?” about everything. Once you get one in every stage at the same time, it’s enough to make you post hate-filled moronic rants.

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