HALF-FULL REPORT 01/09/09
The barkeep here at the HFR Saloon can't keep up with the drink orders this week. Half of them are drinks to celebrate the never-ending pratfalls of the Zero Circus. The other half are for glasses of beer to cry in, since the Circus' biggest pratfalls will be the ruination of America's economy and national security.
Every celebrant, it seems, wants a different cocktail. One fellow has a Sidecar. "Do a lot of business in Albuquerque," he says. "Every business guy in town knows what a corrupt crook their governor Bill Richardson is - he's the Blagojevich of New Mexico. You telling me Zero's people didn't know this, that the FBI has a major investigation on him? I'm telling you, Zero is not ready for prime time. By the way, always make a sidecar with bourbon, not brandy."
Nearby was someone with a Manhattan. "I'm from Chicago and we know Blago. He's much smarter than Richardson who's dumb as a stump. Look how Blago snookered that arrogant little worm who pretends he runs the Senate. Blago knew if he nominated a white guy it would be blocked, so he picked a black guy whose only qualification was that he was black, old Tombstone Burris. Harry Reid had to cave. Sure proves we're post-racial after November 4, huh?" He took a sip. "Be sure and have your Manhattans with rye, not Canadian, whiskey."
At the end of the bar was a grandfatherly type who was into his second Long Island Ice Tea and feeling no pain. "Doncha just love Slick Willie's chief of staff running the CIA? If that isn't a hoot, what is? Until we get nailed by another 9/11, that is. That Feinstein broad got her panties in a twist because Zero didn't pick her boy Kappes."
