Mark Kennedy is a Big, Fat WANKER

I am watching Meet the Press on CNBC Europe. Tim Russert is doing his public debate forum for key races for Senate around the country, and this week it's Minnesota's turn. Congressman Mark Kennedy and Hennepin County Attorney Amy Klobuchar are debating.

Mark Kennedy is such an oily bastard. He answers every question by saying something vague that can't really be considered an answer for the question, and then immediately tries to taint AK by portraying her as a waffler who's running away from her positions. Asked directly about running away from HIS positions (he's a 92% Bush supporter who's claiming to be bi-partisan and free-thinking), he says, "Let's talk about Amy Klobuchar's inconsistencies" No, Mark. We're talking about you right now, you smearing, lying bastard. And he is the king of inflammatory buzzwords. I wish there was a way for the TV to go into demonic echo mode when people issue phrases like, "social security payments for illegal immigrants" or "threat to the sanctity marriage".

I hope you lose big, Mark Kennedy, you colossal moron.

Comments

lulu said…
I can't watch stuff like that without a drink, and even then I tend to end up screaming about the politician's relationship with his mother. You are a braver woman than I.
3:28 pm
Melinda June said…
I read that in the Strib online, and was happy to see it. I hope it's a 30 point lead by the time the election happens. He is UGLY AND STUPID AND BAD BAD BAD.
1:52 pm
Old Lady said…
Is he a Kennedy Kennedy?
6:36 pm
Melinda June said…
Oh my, no. He's just some curly haired nimrod Republican with a permasmirk. In Farenheit 911 Michael Moore asks him if he'd send his own kid into battle and he evades the question. Because questions are only okay if you can use them to smear a liberal.
6:46 pm
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