November 8, 2003



I don't think I have an icon or pic that accurately captures the feeling of loathing and disgust I have for the repukes right now:

Frist freezes Senate probe of prewar Iraq data
'Take that back or I'm goin' home an' tellin' my daddy!'

Angry about a leaked Democratic memo, the reboob leadership of the Senate yesterday cancelled all business of the committee investigating prewar intelligence on Iraq.

Majority Leader Bill Frist (R-Tinypenis) called on the author of the memo to "identify himself or herself . . . disavow this partisan attack in its entirety" and deliver "a personal apology" to Sen. Pat Roberts (R-Crybaby), chairman of the Select Committee on Partisan Cover-ups and Petty Whining Intelligence.

Only if those steps are taken, Frist said, "will it be possible for the committee to resume its work in an effective and bipartisan manner -- a manner deserving of the confidence of other members of the Senate and the executive branch."

Roberts followed Frist on the floor and said that unless the Democratic members "properly" address the issue, "I am afraid that it will be impossible to return to 'business as usual' in the committee." Then he took his ball and went home.

What fucking nerve.


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