I'm growing tired of the Democrats throwing tar on the Old Man of the Mountain when it comes to the whole primary bagatelle of a fraud.
The televised news is often a blur of talking heads, nonsense, Democrats taking pot shots, Republicans defending everything from Mom to dessert, snippits of George Bush waving in front of a green paste waxed helicopter, John Kerry pontificating on his latest uncomfortable political stance, Terry Mcauliffe trying to breathe life into another outrageous push poll, and what have you.
and there's no way you can't digest it all, not without the medicinal help of some 12-year-old Macallan single malt Scotch whisky, neat, in a fluted glass, about three fingers worth - at least as far as I can manage it.
This past weekend, somewhere floating out there in Newton Minnow's odium, I watched and heard a Democratic operative, a nicely attired Caucasian woman hefting a broadaxe to grind, opine that New Hampshire has no business claiming the early primary honors because we're not diverse enough. We don't have enough, as Professor Doctor Ray "School Bus" Nagin advises us all, chocolate in the colloid. Or, as any good bartender making a passable Chocolatini will tell you, a fitting amount of Lady Godiva light and dark.
But you know, that just shows how ignorant an out of town Democrat can be when they talk about New Hampshire and our lack of sprinkles on the vanilla sundae.
I mean, for chrissakes, just drive around the Granite State and take a look. We have ice cream stands everywhere.
These being the summer months, the highways and by ways are flooded with Maine-iacs from the Pine Tree State, moving west to escape their onerous taxes and the pestilential influx of New Yorkers into their home state, who are, in turn, fleeing the even greater monetary burdens brought on by Shelly Silver and the flacks in the NYS assembly. and everybody knows that the Maine-iacs can't drive worth a tinker's damn.
Then there are the folks from the Great White North, the people with Quebec on their plates and that slight hint of la Francais in their lilt when they get lost and ask poor Pete at Pete's Garage how to find I-93 and does he sell, you know, the "neek-nacks." and, "No," says Pete, "it's over theah, ‘bout foah miles."
Of course, no description of "visitors" would be complete without the Massachusetts drivers and their totally unique approach to the application of the vehicle code.
Whenever you see somebody drive straight through a red light and weave through the cross traffic, drive over somebody's lawn to avoid waiting at a stop light, park across the entrance to a fire station, leave their auto abandoned in the middle of the road, run out of petrol 400 yards past a gas station, and fly by you honking the horn while popping the finger through a yellow light — you'll see a Massachusetts plate.
But beyond the smiling touristas you'll find the third worlders - nether worlders say the town cops - brought in purposefully by the faceless federal men, to round out the demographics in our larger cities like Manchester, Concord and Nashua, or those who have slipped by the same men at the southern border and have chosen to settle in bucolic New Hampshire.
You'd think that mealy-mouthed Democratic shill would be pleased as punch with the goings on in Concord. My land, the government has plunked down hundreds, if not thousands, it seems, of Bantus in their fiery tribal dress, right into the middle of the capital city, where they roam in family packs. Of course this being america, none of them, or at least, very few, can speak English, so it's sort of a catch as catch can as they go about their marketing, camp pitching, and wandering through traffic.
But still, I'm sure they possess enough fake IDs to vote, although John Lynch, the Democratic governor, has vetoed any hope of getting ID from anyone to protect the ballot box. at the rate they're appearing, I'll bet you that John Kerry will soon be weaving through their midst, waving his famous cap, damning the day he voted against something he knows they ought to have today, while showing off his latest custom hair shirt, slacks, cellice, and new alligator spectator shoes.
Of course, then there's the growing posse of Latin Kings and MS13 in Manchester, though they don't quite get the favorable press the Democrats thrive on. Though once they're brought to heel, they're immediately transformed into a felon and future voter, to be chased on the stump, glorified in the press, and added to any bill as an amendment.
New Hampshire has changed a lot since I first moved here. Spanish is routinely spoken in the bodegas in Nashua. Spanish greets me as an option at my bank's aTM, when it's not even offered in Boston. and Concord has become a melting pot of sub-Saharan culture.
But the Democrats, especially their uppity white eastern prognosticators, claim we're just too provincial and narrow up here to dare host an early primary contest and let the honest indigenous folk vote.
I say, maybe the top leadership of the Democratic Party isn't diverse enough.
If you take away Mr. Obama, who's left?
and don't give me that old saw that Bill Clinton was our first black President, or al Gore being our second.
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