Hypocrisy, thy name is Schrock

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a transcript of rabid Republican rep Schrock's phone call:

Uh, hi, I weigh 200 pounds, uh, six-foot-four, hazel eyes, blond hair, very muscular, very buffed-up, uh, very tanned, um, I'd just like to get together with a guy from time to time just to -- just to play. I'd like him to be, uh, in very good shape, flat stomach, good chest, good arms, well-hung, cut, uh, just get naked, play, and see what happens, nothing real heavy duty, but just a fun time, go down on him, he can go down on me, and just, uh, take it from there. Hope to hear from you. Bye.

- Rep. Ed Scrock (R-VA)

my Christ, to think this guy was pounding the pulpit condemning the queer nation for their transgressions while cavorting and gamboling with the very same makes my heart sing with a delicious irony which puts a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

 

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haha i love that mp3!

i hear that not only was he a standard anti-queer GOP, but he advocated all these crazy anti-homosexual measures like mandatory interviews for everyone joining the armed forces where you are point-blank asked if you are gay, and booting you if you are.

 

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i also believe Schrock hinted around that he wanted to conduct all these interviews personally.

 

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I'm going to convert this thread into a multipurpose moron thread.

this is from the ever valuable Darkwindow.blogspot, and is just freaking priceless.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

Frozen Tundra
Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like you to meet Frozen Tundra. She's one of the red-hot columnists over at Bush Country. Her real name is Cynthia A. Guenthner but she prefers to be called Frozen Tundra.

Frozen Tundra derives her name in honor of her state's beloved football team, the Green Bay Packers.

Right.

Is it just me or is Frozen Tundra the greatest name for a female Wing Nut ever?

Frozen Tundra

You might be wondering just what kind of previous writing experience Frozen Tundra brought to the table to land such a prestigious job at Bush Country. Well, wonder no longer, my friends.

She is a serious student of country music history and an avid NASCAR fan. She was so personally affected by the tragedy at the 2001 Daytona 500 that she wrote the Christmas poem, "Santa and the Black Number 3," which was published in Beckett Racing Collectibles magazine and posted on the highly-acclaimed intmd8or.com website. The poignant tribute stirred the emotions of Dale Earnhardt fans across the nation and was well received.

But never let it be said that Frozen Tundra is a one-trick pony. No, there are apparently many tricks in that stable. Well, at least one other:

She has also been a contributor to The Badger CommonTater, the official trade magazine of the Wisconsin Potato and Vegetable Growers Association.

 

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and no Frost Giant, I don't believe she's representative of your entire fine state's populace.

 

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i saw some damn wisconsin ex-governor at the convention this morning boasting about how the state was swinging bush for November.

 

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3. Pedestrians beware in the vicinity of these Democratic residences. Dogs running at large and, during the lengthy Wisconsin winters, icy and snow-covered sidewalks, are just a few of the dangers greeting those who approach these dwellings—ironically, even those of law enforcement officers. But then again, I suppose it’s the “state’s duty” (socialist philosophy at work) to take care of such responsibilities as clearing sidewalks and restraining dogs. My personal stereotypical conclusion: Democrats are not only inconsiderate—they’re lazy as well.

From the latest "Frozen Tundra" column...

http://www.bushcountry.org/news/columnists/c-guenthner/c_083104_guenthner_two_game.htm

 

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ah, the ever valuable wonkette.com

The Huh-Huh Files: Reagan Revolution Edition
Peggy Noonan served under Ronald Reagan:

"a man who had the massive presence of a battleship" ... "I wanted to find him, stand close and see his shape, look in those eyes, understand that hugeness" . . . "I used to imagine him as a ... sailor ... ambling down a rolling deck as the ship rolled in the sea. He never fell or had to grab the rails, he just rolled with the swells as they rose and fell."
But, we're thinking, mostly rose.

 

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ahahaha Darkwindow.blogspot


Thursday, September 02, 2004
It's A Grand Slam!

That's what our old friend Debbie Daniel thinks of the Republican Convention so far. And especially that dreamy Rudy Giuliani. She has an orgasmic new column up at GOP USA that's all about how Rudy got the blood rushing to different parts of her body. As you might expect, it starts with something of a bang.

Giuliani knocked it out of the park! It's going . . . going . . . GONE! That ball was out of there!

I don't know when I've been so exhilarated. I needed to sit down and be quiet for at least five minutes just to catch my breath.

Sounds like a lot of prancing has been going on in the Daniel household during the Republican Convention so far. And, uh, some other stuff, too:

If Rudy Giuliani didn't get the blood rushing through your veins . . . you better check into the local morgue. As I sat and watched the Republican National Convention, I was rocking so fast in my chair, I didn't think I could get the rocker to stop when the speech ended. I was like a race horse needing one more lap around the track to slow my heart rate down, or I would surely die.

Debbie Daniel: If her chair's rockin', don't come knockin'.

I know I saw the spirit of Winston Churchill move across that great auditorium at Madison Square Gardens waving his "V" signs for Victory. And right behind him was the great Ronald Reagan with his signature "thumbs up" . . . Oh, what a presence of greatness emanating to every ear that could hear and to every eye that could see the former Mayor of New York hit a homerun for George W. Bush!

Debbie saw the giant ghost of a dead British Prime Minister being followed around by Ronald Reagan giving him a "thumbs up." That can only mean one thing...

Rush is trying to unload his inventory!

I just never knew he could hit so well. His finesse, his grace, his tone, his charm, his laughter, his self-deprecation . . . he brought it all home.

Oh, yeah, baby! Bring it home!