Jubbergun wrote:
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be taking away from any of this.
It's this: The country is in a recession, the president's own party is dissatisfied with him, nothing is going his way, and despite all that your party looks like it's about to nominate
Newt Gingrich.
Imagine you finally got a date with that super hot chick who lives two doors down. She just had a bad break up, he treated her like absolute shit and she wants to go out with you and get hammered. She's all but told you the night was going to end with crazy sex with you, her, and 3 of her supermodel girlfriend who lactate nacho cheese. The night is all yours, it should be a slam dunk, but for some reason you decided to wear a shirt made of spoiled mayonnaise and pants of compressed ear-wax.