26 April 2006
With Friends Like These...
2:52 PM
Okay. Now, I’ve heard everything, at least for today. I’m sure that I just heard Nancy Pelosi say there is a causal relationship between the high prices we’re paying at the pump and the fact that we have two oilmen in the White House. As fun as it might be two debate Pelosi on the subject of causality, it is more fun to think about another aspect of her logic. Consider this statement, which I found at her website:
Republican big oil and gas cronies. One would think that if these oil bastards—I mean, barons—were cronies of the present administration, they would actually be lowering gas prices. Really. With friends like these, President Bush wouldn’t need Democrats. For enemies. If I were an oilman in the White House, and I wanted my party to look good, I’d be talking my oil buddies into driving the price down, not up.
If we’re going to look at causal relations, madam, perhaps we ought to look into whether these oil bastards—barons— are, in reality, Democrats. Surely there is a causal relationship between the high gas prices and the President’s low approval ratings?
Causal relationship. Silly woman. I know a tanker with a 31 GT score who is a better philosopher than you. What’s the cause of that?
“With skyrocketing gas prices, it is clear that the American people can no longer afford the Republican Rubber Stamp Congress and its failure to stand up to Republican big oil and gas company cronies. Americans this week are paying $2.91 a gallon on average for regular gasoline – 33 cents higher than last month, and double the price than when President Bush first came to office.”
Republican big oil and gas cronies. One would think that if these oil bastards—I mean, barons—were cronies of the present administration, they would actually be lowering gas prices. Really. With friends like these, President Bush wouldn’t need Democrats. For enemies. If I were an oilman in the White House, and I wanted my party to look good, I’d be talking my oil buddies into driving the price down, not up.
If we’re going to look at causal relations, madam, perhaps we ought to look into whether these oil bastards—barons— are, in reality, Democrats. Surely there is a causal relationship between the high gas prices and the President’s low approval ratings?
Causal relationship. Silly woman. I know a tanker with a 31 GT score who is a better philosopher than you. What’s the cause of that?
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- Former soldier (USA). Graduate-level educated. Married 26 years. Texas ex-patriate. Ruling elder in the Presbyterian Church in America.
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2 comments:
Ummm...
You say "31 GT score" like it's a BAD thing! LOL!
Don't take it too hard, MasterBlaster. First, I remember a thing or twenty about being a Tanker, so I doubt (ahem) VERY SERIOUSLY, that 31 is your actual GT score. (But we'll keep that just between us.) Second, sometimes I try to compliment an opponent; my reference to anyone's GT score was an attempt to compliment Pelosi by suggesting that she may have at least a 31 GT score--which I doubt. Thirdly, whatever your GT score, you've a bit of the makings of a philosopher in you. I like that: unlike Plato, who wanted philosophers to rule, I prefer mine to be armed and well-trained. Brains and brawn, bud. That's how I like my military, especially my Army, and more especially my Tankers. Because, as any good tanker knows...
TANKERS LEAD THE WAY!!!
Hooah!!!
Out.