tim russert the noble
yesterday afternoon i was in a parking lot watching an approaching storm. great conversation starter, i found, as is standing nearly anywhere looking elsewhere intently. the second person who talked to me had a couple of lines about the storm and then shifted to henry thoreau, whose picture he saw on my t-shirt (strike-the-root). he was a fan, but noted that thoreau had a negative aspect that was largely ignored. i asked if he knew of anyone who wasn't substantially disagreeable upon full exposure. he said — wait for it —yep... tim russert.
(for his alleged charitable giving.)i said that russert had been a professional apologist for the official crime syndicate — a term parking lot guy accepted readily and understood — aiding their destructive action. i asked him to name one time in russert's softball-lobbing career that he got in the face of the criminals he sold to the ignorant — except for ron paul, of course, the career criminal syndicalist whose cock russert decidedly did not suck (i put it nicer than that). he laughed and told me i should visit his home state (taxachusetts); they'd like me up there.
Labels: state worship
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