I know, we all thought that Trent Lott was soft on the Democrats, in his southern gentleman sort of way. But Mr. Frist was supposed to pick up the slack and bring home the bacon.
But man oh man, what the hell has happened to Bill Frist, who's looking as washed out as one my grandmother's dish rags and who's offering us about as few good ideas?
Granted it took awhile for Bill to taxi onto the flight deck, hook up to the catapult, but once there, all he did was to run up his engines, ask the tower for permission to launch, abort the whole darned thing, and take the elevator back to the hangar deck and sulk.
I mean, what happened? Bill never seemed to get his feet wet. Is he afraid of the hurly-burly? Did he bite off more than he could chew?
Mr. Frist's leadership style has featured doormats, for the Democrats to walk all over him, shooting muffs, to deaden the cries from the american people on everything from preferential treatment for Mary McCarthy and illegal aliens to securing our borders, and artful dodging, to avoid any direct confrontation with the fiendish Democrats, the party of lies, hate and the wildly popular Clintons.
No, Mr. Frist has been an abysmal failure in leading the Senate, in creating any sort of a spark of excitement, in corralling Mr. Specter, who is openly opposing the President on the war and colluding with the Democrats, and in moving the Republicans and the american electorate in any positive way, shape or form.
and now it's crunch time, the Democratic hounds are nipping at our heels, gas is draining our wallets, you can't swing a dead dog without hitting an illegal alien, sending him to an emergency room already jam packed with his relatives, Nancy Pelosi is measuring her new curtains for Denny Hastert's office, and all an overly fatigued Mr. Frist can come up with is sending me a hundred dollars of my own money?
Come on, Bill, it's time to put a little iron in your pants, remember the cowboy way, drink that extra cup or two of coffee and come out fighting. Stop tip-toeing through the hen house. This is no time to fall down on the job. Pull on some hob-nailed boots and stomp around, and break a few eggs if you have to, they're replaceable. Look at the clod hoppers Howard Dean plods around in. He's not afraid to squash the occasional toe, foot, chicken leg or HMO.
The fate of your country is in your hands, tender and manicured as they may be.
and where the hell is the guy who replaced Tom Delay?
Did he get lost on the way back to Washington after the Easter recess? Is he caught in a blizzard somewhere? Did he take a powder? Did some wily Democrat slip him a Michael Finn? Was he so frightened of the job at hand that he excused himself from a meeting and crawled out a washroom window, never to be seen again? Is he back on the rodeo circuit?
anyway, somebody send me his name so I can give it to missing persons.
Come on, guys, it's time to circle the wagons and come up with a fighting plan.
I mean, we're not talking about world class opponents here. There's no Hitler or Stalin idling in the Capitol parking lot--no Tiger tanks on the lawn.
The Clintons are toting enough problematic baggage to hobble Kim Jong Il's armored train.
The Dean, Pelosi, Reid triumvirate is no certainly brain trust for the ages.
and the Kerry, Obama, Edwards, Biden crowd of light loafered contenders has enough rarified gas between them to lift the battleship Missouri from its moorings.
It's time to call a huddle, select a few plays that'll work and move the ball.
The american people will follow you anywhere if you just offer them permanent tax cuts, a fence on the border, an alien round up, drilling in aNWaR, new refineries, fighting the war on terror to win and driving through the Democrats, come hell or high water, despite their incessant whining.
and on the way through, tell John Kerry to pay for his own attorneys, Harry Reid to get an honest job and Ted Kennedy to read a real history book.
Now, play to win. Remember, you've got the MaJORITY! Lead!
Is it any wonder that President Bush can't get a coherent message across to the Iranians with all the madcap zaniness going on in the Republican side of the advice and consent US Senate?
and Mr. Frist wants to be our next President? Oh, boy.
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