Here’s a little parable to explain it………walruskkkch: How much you weigh, girl? When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Barack Obama, and that skunk we got you for a campaign manager, he brought you along too fast.
Hillary: “It wasn’t him, walrus, it was you. Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, Kid, this ain’t your night. We’re going for the vote on Trump. You remember that? This ain’t your night! My night! I coulda taken Trump apart! So what happens? He gets the Presidency and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Chappaqua-ville! You was my brother, walrus, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn’t have to make them speeches for the short-end money.”
walruskkkch: Oh I had the fix down for you. You saw some votes.
Hillary: “You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been President, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it. It was you, walruskkktch.”
Well the words come through clear enough but I’m not sure I grasp the parable. [And if you can name the movie I paraphrased that from you win a cookie.]
Last time I voted for someone was 1986. Since then, it’s been against the other guy.
Every time I’ve voted ‘for’ I had been successfully conned. Voting ‘against’ is more likely to be a good idea.
Well it has fixed some things at least.
For damn sure in 2016 voting “fixed” Hillary Clinton and her well oiled machine.
Fixed as in “Made new”, “Not able to reproduce”, or “Kept in place”?
Here’s a little parable to explain it………walruskkkch: How much you weigh, girl? When you weighed one hundred and sixty-eight pounds you were beautiful. You coulda been another Barack Obama, and that skunk we got you for a campaign manager, he brought you along too fast.
Hillary: “It wasn’t him, walrus, it was you. Remember that night in the Garden you came down to my dressing room and you said, Kid, this ain’t your night. We’re going for the vote on Trump. You remember that? This ain’t your night! My night! I coulda taken Trump apart! So what happens? He gets the Presidency and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Chappaqua-ville! You was my brother, walrus, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit. You shoulda taken care of me just a little bit so I wouldn’t have to make them speeches for the short-end money.”
walruskkkch: Oh I had the fix down for you. You saw some votes.
Hillary: “You don’t understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been President, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let’s face it. It was you, walruskkktch.”
Well the words come through clear enough but I’m not sure I grasp the parable. [And if you can name the movie I paraphrased that from you win a cookie.]
I’d know that line of dialog anywhere. It came from one of my favorite movies of all time…The Thing That Ate Philadelphia.