Friday, March 30, 2007

What. Arrogance.

Grab the Prozac before you read.

I didn’t and am seething:

So, you’re convinced you have the “maturity” and “experience” to be governor, Mr. Breaux? Guess again, sir.

As you gathered – ahem - experience, Louisiana crumbled. *CRUMBLED*, Mr. Breaux. And, given the oh-so-transparent game you’re playing, it’s abundantly clear that maturity doesn’t necessarily come with age.

Grow up, get a clue and go home… to Maryland.

Note: This is *GOOD*. Have a listen on Lee Fletcher.

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