Edwards for President, R.I.P.
That didn't take long.
One of the Seven Warning Signs of terminal campaign desperation: Having your wife "spontaneously" plead with Ann Coulter to "stop the personal attacks" on well-coiffed Johnny.
Can't we all just get along?
Just to show that there's no hard feelings, here's how a real politician works this angle.
One of the Seven Warning Signs of terminal campaign desperation: Having your wife "spontaneously" plead with Ann Coulter to "stop the personal attacks" on well-coiffed Johnny.
Can't we all just get along?
Just to show that there's no hard feelings, here's how a real politician works this angle.
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Comments on "Edwards for President, R.I.P."
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DGus said ... (4:35 PM) :
post a commentAbout your new quotation--"From man's sweat and God's love, beer came into the world" (by Saint Arnold of Metz, whoever that is):
That it comes from God's love would explain why beer makes people happy. That it comes from man's sweat would explain why it smells as it does.