Martin Longman a contributing editor at the Washington Monthly.
He is also the founder of Booman Tribune and Progress Pond. He has a degree in philosophy from Western Michigan University.
Either you smoke or you have a sweat ball hanging off your nose. It’s just like a song we used to sing on Thanksgiving when I was a little girl. Everybody would come over to my house all dressed up pretty and everything, and my mother would make the turkey with stuffing and for dessert, we’d have the traditional Banana Rosannadanna cake. Before we ate, we’d bow our heads, bow your head, Jane, come on, bow your head. Bow it. BOW YOUR HEAD!! And we’d all sing: ‘We gather together to ask the lord’s blessing. Please love down upon the Rosannadanna folks. Bring peace to our fathers, good health to our mothers, and please don’t make me sweat like Dr. Joyce Brothers.’
While appealing to a libertarian and socially conservative Republican base deeply skeptical of government, Christie’s and Paul’s defiance of epidemiology on vaccinations, like skepticism about global warming, runs the risk of feeding into perceptions of the Republican Party as antiscience, a portrait that Democrats paint at every opportunity.
I would argue that it is in fact the Republicans who are painting that portrait at every opportunity.
It’s always something.
Ayup.
Well said.
Or as the Freudian therapist said:
“If it’s not one thing, it’s your mother”
I don’t know. That one thing was always enough for me.
Like Chaka Khan, I just want someone to “Tell me something good”.
My grandmother phrased it differently – she always said, “If it’s not one damn thing it’s another.”
With all the crap happening, I’m more tempted to say, “Not my circus, not my monkeys”.
you got Monkeys????? Damn, my wife won’t let me have any.
Either you smoke or you have a sweat ball hanging off your nose. It’s just like a song we used to sing on Thanksgiving when I was a little girl. Everybody would come over to my house all dressed up pretty and everything, and my mother would make the turkey with stuffing and for dessert, we’d have the traditional Banana Rosannadanna cake. Before we ate, we’d bow our heads, bow your head, Jane, come on, bow your head. Bow it. BOW YOUR HEAD!! And we’d all sing: ‘We gather together to ask the lord’s blessing. Please love down upon the Rosannadanna folks. Bring peace to our fathers, good health to our mothers, and please don’t make me sweat like Dr. Joyce Brothers.’
I thought one thing leads to another.
Ummm…
I would argue that it is in fact the Republicans who are painting that portrait at every opportunity.
We’re not painting anything. We’re simply pointing at the picture and saying, “Well won’t you just look at that fucking shit over there”!
https://screen.yahoo.com/roseanne-rosannadanna-smoking-000000279.html
To paraphrase: “BooMan, you sound like a real attractive guy. Makes sense- you grew up in New Jersey.”