April 20th is Hitler's birthday. I know this because it's my birthday. Those of us born on this date are well aware of what a awful, shithole day it is to be born, by virtue of the absolute litany of disasters, natural and otherwise, which have occurred on this date, or within a few days of it, for eons, all because of the Nazi guy, or because god hates spring.
To whit (so far:)
Boston marathon bombing: 4/15
Oklahoma City bombing: 4/19
Columbine: 4/20
Brand Davidian: 4/19
Deepwater Horizon explosion: 4/20
Virginia tech shooting: 4/19
1906 San Francisco earthquake: 4/18
Titanic sinking: 4/18
etc.
The only disaster that didn't occur the week of my fucking birthday (so far) is 9/11.
Here's hoping Bush comes to town and creates his own campaign-imploding disaster in the form of some asinine 47% type crack a la Mittens.
scrolling down the invitation was like this for me "It's gotta be in Bellevue. Has to be in Bellevu - There's no way it's in .. Downtown!? What are they thinking!?"
The builders of Premiere put the whole tower up for a flip, and hope to get north of $250 million for it. It's basic marketing to loan out one of their rental penthouses to a group of conservatard billionaires. At least one of those guys lives perched above the Seattle Four Seasons he controls so maybe he'll walk to it, ha ha.
But the timing for a Monday is a little optimistic, no? How do you get from a "roundtable" downtown starting 4:30 to a reception in Medina that starts an hour and a quarter later? You can't tell me Jeb Crickety Bush rates a motorcade. I wonder if blocking their route with a clusterfuck of partially clothed bicyclists isn't the surest way to fuck with them?
I'd have thought that with an event this classy, they would have managed to proofread the invite. I'm betting that "Cylde Holland" wasn't too impressed.
TGFundraising.com? I wish they were raising funds for actual TGs instead of John Ellis Fucking Bush.
(And remember, folks, JEB is that rich douchebag's INITIALS, not his name. So "Jeb Bush" is actually John Ellis Bush Bush. And how can you stupidly publish your constituents' Social Security numbers without even a "Whoops!" and still be a candidate for anything.)
April 20th is Hitler's birthday. I know this because it's my birthday. Those of us born on this date are well aware of what a awful, shithole day it is to be born, by virtue of the absolute litany of disasters, natural and otherwise, which have occurred on this date, or within a few days of it, for eons, all because of the Nazi guy, or because god hates spring.
To whit (so far:)
Boston marathon bombing: 4/15
Oklahoma City bombing: 4/19
Columbine: 4/20
Brand Davidian: 4/19
Deepwater Horizon explosion: 4/20
Virginia tech shooting: 4/19
1906 San Francisco earthquake: 4/18
Titanic sinking: 4/18
etc.
The only disaster that didn't occur the week of my fucking birthday (so far) is 9/11.
Here's hoping Bush comes to town and creates his own campaign-imploding disaster in the form of some asinine 47% type crack a la Mittens.
But the timing for a Monday is a little optimistic, no? How do you get from a "roundtable" downtown starting 4:30 to a reception in Medina that starts an hour and a quarter later? You can't tell me Jeb Crickety Bush rates a motorcade. I wonder if blocking their route with a clusterfuck of partially clothed bicyclists isn't the surest way to fuck with them?
In other words, "Fuck you, couples."
Fiorina '16
(And remember, folks, JEB is that rich douchebag's INITIALS, not his name. So "Jeb Bush" is actually John Ellis Bush Bush. And how can you stupidly publish your constituents' Social Security numbers without even a "Whoops!" and still be a candidate for anything.)