... Clinton told supporters..., "I hope that everybody will go to the derby on Saturday and place just a little money on the filly for me. I won’t be able to be there this year -- my daughter is going to be there and so she has strict instructions to bet on Eight Belles."— and catches hell.
May 4, 2008
"People, people...I am not making light of this horse's death, nor am I inviting you to do so. Please keep the comments civil."
Jake Tapper taps the political angle —
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Hillary wasn't able to be there this year but I'm sure Chelsea represented her mother quite adequately - did good things, smiled, and shook hands while that filly was being put out of its misery.
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag, Hillary.
I'm waiting to hear what Camille Paglia has to say.
Did the state haruspex examine the horse's liver? Did a crow fly from the east? Was thunder heard at eventide?
(1) For decades now I’ve been wondering why news writers overuse the word “tragic.” Now I know. It’s so they’ll have some sort of defense when they’re accused of exploitation.
(2) Hillary said she hopes everybody will bet on Eight Belles for her. Now, I’m sure she didn’t mean to pay over any winnings to her campaign fund. So what did she mean? Did she mean in some superstitious way that people should pray to God that He should cause her to win the nomination and then the election?
I have a tiny, little brain so I really don’t know.
I try to concern myself with smaller questions.
For example, if you’re a man and you’re having a Holly Jolly Christmas, and someone’s waiting under the mistletoe, and you kiss her once for Burl Ives, does he get a boner?
Ho ho the mistletoe
Hung where you can see
Somebody waits for you
Kiss her once for me.
Two losses this weekend. Horse, Guam.
She's just trying to insinuate herself into the major event of this weekend, the Kentucky Derby.
In doing that she wants to show that she's just folks, a woman of the people.
If there is anyone who is a more contemptible fraud than this woman, it could only be her attention seeking husband.
What a horrible sequence of events.
Not only did the filly he was backing die, but "Big Brown" won.
The joke just writes itself.
Cheers,
Victoria
The events of this past week are hilarious.
Hillary, who is in her own kind of horse race, picks a female horse with a feminine name for the symbolic value. Her horse goes on to win second place (ha!) and breaks two of its ankles (might as well be cut off at the knees) and then the race officials hurry over to the horse (party elders rush out to put Hillary's campaign down) and then put it down (Hillary's future political prospects: permanently harmed?)
It's hilarious, effin' hillaryous.
It's sad that a horse died, but that's how it is with a sport like horse racing.
Next up: Hillary is going to bet on a hen in a cockfighting match.
And then we'll be solemnly instructed not to laugh when the hen gets hacked to pieces.
And then we'll be solemnly instructed not to laugh when the hen gets hacked to pieces.
Hillary needs a sporting cock. There I said it.
Cheers,
Victoria
Hillary needs a sporting cock. There I said it.
Oh! A need for the morning rooster photo over in this thread! pic
Ask not for whom the Belle folds, Hillary...
That cock is white. Don't you have any cocks of color, RH?
(I always try to be a gentleman and let Ruth Anne comment first.)
Meade: Much obliged, kind sir.
Tis my pleasure, sweet lady.
Meade, Ruth Anne, we're getting distracted. America deserves better.
Cheers,
Victoria
Nice cock, Victoria! And colorful too. You Brits sure do know your Cocklegooglegoo!
Speaking of Hillary, here she is in the arms of Evan Bayh, who I admit I'm a bit jealous of, not because he gets to cuddle up with Hill, but because Ruth Anne finds him to be such a Hoosier dreamboat. Agh!
Evan Bayh looks just like Kevin Kline in the movie Dave.
If I had a nickel for every time someone says to me, "Meade, you look just like Kevin Kline in the movie Dave," I'd have more nickels than I already have for all the times people come up to me and say, "Meade, you're a dead ringer for Gary Cooper. Here, have a nickel."
Meade you are definitely a dead ringer for Gary Cooper. You look just like he looks now. And he's been dead for what about 30 years or so. Yeah, a dead ringer.
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