Just in case I was tempted to cave in and pay that damn Tea Party the hundred dollars my husband pledged several months ago to get them off the phone--obviously he'd had too much to drink at dinner that night--along comes Jesse Jackson Jr. to remind me that giving money to a politician is the same as lighting a match to it. The former congressman and still son of the Reverend Jesse Jackson is going off to prison with his head hung low, his tail between his legs and his wrist bare of that $43,350 gold-plated Rolex some poor shlep from the Chicago slums helped pay for. As we say in Yiddish, Jackson's theft of $750,000 from campaign funds is a shonda.As for the blankety-blank Tea Party, they should just get over it already. They've been having a cow over Mitch's drunken (I'm convinced) phone pledge, and have since sent us no less than five dunning letters, each one shriller than the last, talking about how we have to defeat Obama and kick those lousy Dems out of the White House, etc. But what they'd likely do with our money is pay for the printing and mailing of more letters to more people who also haven't sent in their money. Besides, anything that has anything to do with Sarah Palin makes me sick--heck, I even hate wearing glasses anymore. The bottom line: Mitch makes the money, but I pay the bills.
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