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  I'm A Crank - I Vote!

3 November 1998


Ha! D'Amato Loses! Luuuuuuuser! Luuuuuuuser! Stupid fucker. Ha ha. And Lauch Faircloth too, right-wing Christian Nazi dumbshit. Lose! Lose!

Look, I'm a Democrat, I have to spend most of my life as a gracious loser. I'm sure as hell not going to be a gracious winner too.

Heh! The only group that Matt Fong carried in the California Senate race was voters with income over $100,000. Gee, wonder why. Republicans, they're for ordinary people like you. Really they are. Pay no attention to those cigar-smoking money-spewing Rapacious Corporate Landfuckers behind the curtain.

On the other hand, some people can manage to make anything feel dirty:

Once again, Schumer conquered because of his primitive vitality, which exploded from the television. D'Amato obviously has long passed his macho peak. Like Ferraro, D'Amato in the campaign seemed to be on the verge of mummification. Schumer's ebullient, aggressive energy seemed to overwhelm his opponent.

Ideas had nothing to do with this victory by Schumer. It was pure hormonal triumph of the will!

- Camille Paglia

Ick. I have this image of her paying expensive call girls to come to her hotel room and listening to her talk.


HA HA!!! Jesse "The Body" Ventura wins!! He's the next Governor of Minnesota! I don't fucking believe it. That's so excellent! Not only was he in Predator and the WWF, but he's a smart guy. Plus he was running as the Reform Party candidate, and we can always stand to have third-party candidates. When those Republicans get out line, WHAM! Body Slam!




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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