Ya know, I think making me feel respect for Jesse Ventura may wind up being one of the Bush Administration's greatest crimes.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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Beating Elisabeth Hasselbeck in an argument is actually a lot like water boarding. It's pretty easy if you don't think too much about it.
Shit. I thought the caption was what they'd named their Dalmatian.
Watching Elisabeth Hasselbeck reminds of when my sister was learning to play her trumpet. She practiced her embouchure for the first week or so, but she could only make one noise. So for a week, there was this incessant, high-pitched bleating that you could hear from everywhere in the house, like a buzz saw against your ear drums.
I'm pretty sure if she talked to me for five minutes I would confess to anything she asked.
I've loved Ventura since this exchange at a Ron Paul rally:
Jesse: "It's just like pro wrestling, in front of the public we hate each other, but in the locker room we're all friends."
Idiot Reporter: "Are you suggesting that professional wrestling is fake?"
Jesse: "I'm suggesting that politics is fake."