Fan-Franken-tastic

Minnesota called. It wants its idiot back.

And with any luck New York  Hollywood Minnesota *native*, Al Franken will be the GOP's punchline for the next six years following his landslide election to the Senate seat in the land of the sky blue water.

Franken's election is the single event in the natural world that could make me actually give two thoughts to treating my milquetoast Minnesotan neighbor (an Active Duty Squid who bilked a college degree from Uncle Sam but actively avoids forward deployment) to a scrotal tongue bath as his homely wife stands agog, because I hadn't chewed all the goody out of that Air America gig yet and was feeling roundly gypped.

Or Frankenberry could pull a Silky Pony and run for President. Oh, its too much to hope for. Better try to keep a straight face when I bait Squid Boy with, "So, do you think Franken is the next Mondale?"

What more could the GOP hope for than a candidate who looks like The Joker and can only sell a book by putting Rush Limbaugh's name on the cover?  His political memoir will be another familiar filtch no doubt, "Little Louse on The Prairie".

First Ellison, now Franken. Who better to lead The Land of 10,000 Flakes?

Comments

[Rancher]

"Hi, (big stupid grin) I'm Al Franken"

This would drive me nuts if he ran where I live.

[JANE SAYS: Y'all have WAY too many guns where YOU live. And bless the sweet LORD for that.]

[Donkeyhue]

Thats one of the upsides of living in NYC, I get to run into famous libs and accost them (in a gentlemanly manner of course) and watch them cower before me, but my crowning acheivement was running into Al Franken on the Hudson River bike path...literally ran into him, knocked him to his ass. He was in the wrong lane and wasnt looking as he crossed the path and I crushed him.

Honestly it was an accident and I didnt realize who he was until he started to scream at me, at which point I pointed out the clearly marked paths for pedestrians and cyclists and that if he raised his voice to me again that Id strangle him. His response was to redeploy. Good times.

Ill tell you about the other Franken encounter the one time he came running into O'Flahertys pub to use the bathroom as soon as the statute of limitations kick in.

[JANE SAYS: And here I thought the phrase "scrotal tongue bath" had brought you out of the woodwork to grace me...and I look forward to the story......What do you say? Brickskellar...my treat?...I mean for a STOUT. Ass. ;)]

[The False Dervish]

Good day, Jane:

How are you today?

I heard tell that over year ago, during a heated debate, Franken actually tackled some guy while that guy's back was turned and bragged how he was a wrestler in college or high school.

If this is true, and voters are afflicted by mental athelete's foot thereby causing them to vote for Frankin, what will he do during a heated Senate debate? TACKLE THE SENATOR WHO DISAGREES WITH HIM?

[JANE SAYS: Just PLEASE GAWD, no tights.]

[6pence]

Hi Jane,

"my milquetoast Minnesotan neighbor" and "his homely wife"

I take it your close friends with your neighbors? Stop being such a wallflower and tell us what you really think -- oops, sorry, in liberal terminology it's "what you're feeling right now"

:-)

[JANE SAYS: I have NOTHING AGAINST "Minnesotans". I love Little House on The Prairie. But these insufferable cowards that I have the unpleasant task of living next to, grind their heels into the last nerve I've got. She ACTUALLY TOLD HH that she is dismayed as to why her (wuss) husband was not promoted (twice!). When HH had the pleasure of informing her that it was probably due to his lack of EVER HAVING DEPLOYED---EEEEVER---ANYWHERE---she had the tumerity to admit, "OOooH, I wouldn't want him to gooooo in harm's waaay, dooooncha ya knooooow." Yeah. A puss peacenik otherwise uniformed, hiding in a cubicle for nearly twenty years AND PROUD THAT HE MILKED A COLLEGE DEGREE OUT OF UNCLE SAM makes my ass hurt in places I didn't know I HAD.

Buy me a beer, and I'll fill your ear.]

[PRCalDude]

Franken's election is the single event in the natural world that could make me actually give two thoughts to treating my milquetoast Minnesotan neighbor (an Active Duty Squid who bilked a college degree from Uncle Sam but actively avoids forward deployment) to a scrotal tongue bath as his homely wife stands agog, because I hadn't chewed all the goody out of that Air America gig yet and was feeling roundly gypped.

Haha! Such gentle speech!

[JANE SAYS: Now, really? Do you come here for "gentle"???? ;)]