A Third Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul Experiment: Special Marx Brothers Edition
August 14, 2007 at 11:46 am
Proud days for the Extreme Mortman blog: We’ve almost reached 150 comments for our two Ron Paul experiments (first one is here, second is here) combined.
Big for us, big for Ron Paul’s online libertarian battalion.
Of course, as you know, most big blog events owe their bigness to Instapundit. But in addition to this nice boost, the Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul fans keep coming back on their own– and are ever so gracious, good-spirited, and hygienic. We do appreciate you washing your hands before returning to work.
Now, since politics is all about moving the ball forward, where could be possibly go next with the Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul series of experiments? It’s obvious, silly: To the Martx Brothers!
Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul Ron Paul set the standard high with this Iraq war line in the most recent Republican presidential debate, hosted by George Stephanopoulos:
“… those individuals who have predicted these disastrous things to happen if we leave Iraq are the same ones who said, ‘As soon as we go in, it will just be duck soup’ … “
Duck! Soup! Can that be topped? Here are a few tries:
- Next invade Iran? Horse feathers!
- Those neocons who got us into this mess are happier than a night at the opera.
- I never forget an ill-conceived neocon plot, but in your case I’ll make an exception.
- I don’t want to belong to any United Nations that would have me as a member.
- The Republican Party of the first part is herinafter called the Democratic party of the first part.
- I’ll do anything you say, In fact I’ll even stay. But I must be going. You illegal immigrants — you go, too.
- Winning the Republican nomination will be a day at the races.
And instead of the password being swordfish, it’s neocon.
Now, you’re turn. Feel free to offer more.
Steve said,
August 14, 2007 @ 1:08 pm
Ron Paul Battalion! WOOOO!
www.ronpaul2008.com
Ron Paul --->>> TOO MUCH FREEDOM said,
August 15, 2007 @ 2:13 am
Ron Paul’s Love of the Marx Brothers, a story.
Little Ron Paul, a sapling at about 6 years old, hops out of bed at 6:30 in the morning in the hopes of being on time, brushes his teeth, checks his closet for the dreaded “Boogeymann”, opens the curtains to a bright new day, and hollars out what he will be watching on television this morning: “I am going to be watching the Marx brothers!” Slams the window-shade shut, takes off his jammy-top, feeds his pet frog — it wants some more but Ron Paul is too excited, takes off the rest of his sleep-clothing, puts on his vest, penny-loafers, underoons and all, in stumbling around his room he knocks down his globe but his too excited to set it right. Races down the stairs to the television expecting someone down in his neighborhoods to actually hear him proclaiming his love of the Marx Brothers, and waits at the front porch for only half a minute because he is so impatient he HAS GOT TO WATCH them on the television — “oh! oh! oh! oh!” He howls as he is running to the television, “what will those funny boys be doing this day?!?” He then slides in to his usual spot so close to the television, you would never ever be so close to yours, and grabs the power switch turning on the television ever so firmly and … nothing. He tries again, thinking this is a fluke. Nothing. Again he tries it. NOTHING. “What is this?!?”, Little Ronny P. wonder aloud, “Where are the brothers?!??!?” His mother slowly eschews from the kitchen to tell him that the television went out and that it would take years to buy a brand new one.
Little Ron Paul realizes that this is the truth after a slow facial change from happy to thee most miserable expression that you could ever see. Just as slowly, Ron Paul gets up and walks over to the door, still open since he checked for any friends to come over to watch the show with him. Closes it, too depressed to slam it, but the feeling to do so is still there. He goes up the stairs only a little faster to be able to get the momentum to help him up there without incident. His mother shouting about breakfast not being received by Little Ronny because he is too far from the kitchen and depressed. Goes into his room, cleans it up from the mess he made earlier, feeds the frog some more, fixes his globe steps back, looks at the globe with a sinister eye and in a huge burst of continuing anger bellows to himself:
“Just you wait. I will destroy yo9u one day. One day…”
Ontario Emperor said,
August 15, 2007 @ 3:43 pm
Q: Do Ron Paul’s opponents want to get us involved in the Iraqi quagmire?
A: You bet your life.