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August 11, 2008

Monday A.M. Campaign Zen, Disco Ball Edition

Since the Editorial Staff seem to be making a career out of environmentally sustainable blogging lameness, we present for your enjoyment the following moment of campaign silliness, via bthun:

What else can we expect from an election season in which our hero appears to be getting his foreign policy advice from an actor:

George Clooney once famously declared he could never run for public office because he’d ‘slept with too many women, done too many drugs and been to too many parties’.

But now the Hollywood heart-throb has entered the political arena at
the highest level – by becoming an unofficial adviser to US Presidential front-runner Barack Obama.

Oscar-winner Clooney, 47, is said to be helping the Democratic candidate to polish his image at home and abroad.

But he is also sharing with Obama his strong opinions on Iraq and the Middle East.

Who knows? Perhaps this will prove the inside track to sewing up the coveted Jolie endorsement. Smash mouth politics has never been played with such elan.

Posted by Cassandra at August 11, 2008 08:34 AM

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*thud*

Angelina Jolie making sense? I get it, she's a brunette.

Wow.

Posted by: Cricket at August 11, 2008 12:14 PM

The whole process is starting to resemble a high school election.

Posted by: Ron at August 11, 2008 12:27 PM

Nah. High schoolers have adult supervision.

Posted by: BillT at August 11, 2008 02:11 PM

High School Musical!

Posted by: Cricket at August 11, 2008 03:16 PM

We can put it on in my garage as soon as I get the transfer case re-assembled!

Cricket can bake the cookies, bthun can make the sets, and Sly can make the costumes! We'll all be -- ummm -- uhhhhhhhhh --

Carrie can make the costumes!

Posted by: BillT at August 11, 2008 04:15 PM

Well, if Clooney has been trying hide their relationship, the Obama fund raiser he's hosting in Switzerland is probably not the best way to do it.

(You know, the Daily Mail story sounds eerily like the National Enquirer stories about John Edwards' love child. Is there some School of Gossipy Writing all the writers attend with courses like "Breathless Adjectives - When is it just all too much" and "Finding emotional angst in a political friendship"?)

Posted by: Elise at August 11, 2008 04:22 PM

Heh, now you blew it.........Carrie doesn't have half the lack of taste (or drawers of leather) I have.

0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at August 11, 2008 05:43 PM

Hey. You've got to admit:

"Slept with too many women, done too many drugs and been to too many parties" has got a certain je ne sais quois.

Dayum. This country is no longer what it was. Recapture 1968.

Posted by: Hunter S. Thompson at August 11, 2008 05:52 PM

Recpature 1968 only to have the Chicago 7 rape the National Convention again?

eeew. I am for the Summer Of Love.

Posted by: Cricket at August 11, 2008 06:15 PM

Carrie doesn't have half the lack of taste (or drawers of leather) I have.

So, does that mean you've got half a drawer full of leather or your drawers are half leather and half something else or you've got half-drawers of leather?

Ummmm -- aren't leather half-drawers thongs?

I'm *so* confused...

Posted by: BillT at August 11, 2008 06:18 PM

"I'm *so* confused..."

*dusts off hands*

My work here is done. It's Wookie Time.
heh
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at August 11, 2008 08:03 PM

*still avoiding comment while sitting on the Group W timeout bench, drinking and recalling that disco was for ducks, like Barry Manilowbama... and wondering if a screen play entitled A Thong Runs Through It about a Wyoming family of rugged pioneer stock trying to scratch out a living producing leather thongs during the Great Depression would sell?*

Posted by: bt_MGM_hun at August 11, 2008 08:38 PM

*hand in the air, waving wildly*
Ooh! OohOooh!

Can I make the costumes?

I got leather!
heh
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at August 11, 2008 10:13 PM

We can put it on in my garage as soon as I get the transfer case re-assembled!
Good Lord. If I had a dime for every time I heard *that* line...

I'm *so* confused...
Heh. Just like we like you.


As for leather half drawers...they're either thongs or of the crotchless variety. Pick your pleasure...

Posted by: hfs at August 12, 2008 01:30 AM

> Recapture 1968 only to have the Chicago 7 rape the National Convention again?


The Dems deserved to be raped, unlike pretty much any female, after what they did to the black delegates at the 1964 convention.

Posted by: Obloodyhell at August 12, 2008 01:30 AM

Recapture 1968...

Well, you'll have chanting New Age Obamanators going up against the hippie Leftover HildeBeesties -- none of whom could duke out a somnolent marmoset.

Dang. No popcorn over here...

Posted by: BillT at August 12, 2008 05:44 AM

As for leather half drawers...they're either thongs or of the crotchless variety. Pick your pleasure...

I'm already in enough trouble.

Posted by: BillT at August 12, 2008 05:52 AM

DL Sly,

You are and ever shall be the costume master. =8^}

Posted by: bt_what-me-worry_hun at August 12, 2008 12:46 PM

And Mandy the costumed Mistress.

Sans batteries.

Posted by: BillT at August 12, 2008 02:05 PM

We can put it on in my garage as soon as I get the transfer case re-assembled!
Good Lord. If I had a dime for every time I heard *that* line...

McGyver told you to put it *on*?

*beep-beep-boop-beep-boop-boop-bup-beep-bup-bup*

Hello, Mother Rucker? You've got a ChitHook driver down there needs his eyes checked before his next Class II...

Posted by: BillT at August 12, 2008 02:21 PM

BillT.
Castle Argghhh!
Name Redacted, Iraq


Dear Mr. T, (No, not that one)

I regret to inform you that I will not be available to work with you on your current project, *High School Musical - the Garage Tapes* as my services have been otherwise contracted. The esteemed Mr. Hun, vanguard of workshop tools, shiny things and *Flinger of Bull* extraordinair, is about to begin work on a tittilating new project that *speaks* to my loosely held mores (and pays more beer) and will allow me to explore the far reaches of thong design (and pays more beer).
Good luck on your project. (I'll make sure to wave to you from the winner's podium.)
Call me sometime, we'll do lunch.

Cordially,
DL Sly
Costumer to the Stars from Earthbound to beyond Uranus and the nether regions of the Universe.

Posted by: DL Sly at August 12, 2008 02:52 PM

If you'd ever seen Mistress Mandy with her whip, you'd realize how smart it is to take away the batteries, Bill.

Posted by: Cassandra at August 12, 2008 03:17 PM

...to beyond Uranus and the nether regions...

If your thong design reaches to beyond

*whap*

the Asteroid Belt, I'm going to add a large chunk of Spandex™ to my portfolio.

I don't normally pass up a gold-plated tree-calf of a straight line, but I'm on thin ice with both Cassie and Miss L at the moment.

Besides, I detect a trap...

Posted by: BillT at August 12, 2008 03:18 PM

A Thong Runs Through It
Opening Scene:

Following the trail of leather, fly tied and rod n creel at the ready, our salt of the earth protagonist and his wild and rakish brother soon realized that beyond those twin buttes lies the source of inspiration from which all tall tales spring...

Posted by: Cecil-b-t_hun at August 12, 2008 03:43 PM

Hello, Mother Rucker? You've got a ChitHook driver down there needs his eyes checked before his next Class II...

there's nothing wrong with putting it on in the garage. It's the taking it OFF that's the issue.

Posted by: hfs at August 12, 2008 05:33 PM

"It's the taking it OFF that's the issue."

Only if the garage doors are open at the time....

0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at August 12, 2008 05:42 PM

Dunno, Sly -- those transfer cases are *cold*...

Posted by: BillT at August 12, 2008 05:54 PM

Only until *friction* comes in to play....then you'd better have a good lubricant or things could seize.
0>;~}

Posted by: DL Sly at August 12, 2008 07:05 PM

Medic!

Posted by: Cecil-b-t_hun at August 12, 2008 07:17 PM

Now....vat zeems to be de problem.
Hmmmm?

Posted by: Dr. Froderick von Frahnkenschtine at August 12, 2008 11:27 PM

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