No, the Bill Kristol who isn't a comedian.
I guess Karl changed his mind. Anyhoo, its funny to see rethugs throwing out names of 'colored folks' as possible vice presidental candidates. How very enlightened! Condoliar, Louisiana's neophyte governor Bobby Jindal, now angry, bitter Clarence "if you don't agree with me, its a lynching" Thomas. Well, at least it would get him off the Supreme Court.
Next: black ancestry found in Joe Lieberman's family; JC Watts gets a brain transplant.
Pubic hair.
March 11, 2008
Kristol likes Clarence "pubic hair" Thomas for VP
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Who can track down Hunter Thompson's tale of travel with Clarence Thompson? Very wild/scandalous, with plenty of female sexual exploitation. Anything true (and tracable) in it and our dear Justice would certainly not pass vetting.
Then again, I guess I _would_ like him to run if it means he'd have to leave the court for good....
Oh, here it is (from _Rolling Stone_, '92):
http://natgagu.blogspot.com/2007/06/hunter-s-thompson-meets-judge-clarence.html
"It's the most incredible piece, accusing Justice Thomas of unbelieveable debauchery and violence...."
“Fear and Loathing in Elko,” took the reader on a fanciful night ride through Nevada, where Hunter ran into Clarence Thomas driving two surly hookers through sheep country.
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They were sheep. Dead
and dying sheep. More and more of them, impossible to miss at this
speed, piled up on each other like bodies at the battle of Shiloh. It
was like running over wet logs. Horrible, horrible....
And then I saw the man -- a leaping Human Figure in the glare of my
bouncing headlight, waving his arms and yelling, trying to flag me
down. I swerved to avoid hitting him, but he seemed not to see me,
rushing straight into my headlights like a blind man....or a monster
from Mars with no pulse, covered with blood and hysterical.
It looked like a small black gentleman in a London Fog raincoat,
frantic to get my attention. It was so ugly that my brain refused to
accept it....Don't worry, I thought. This is only an Acid flashback.
Be calm. This is not really happening.....
"F*** those people!" he
snapped, as I took off toward Elko with him and his two female
companions tucked safely into my car, which had suffered major
cosmetic damage but nothing serious. "They'll never get away with this
Negligence!" he said. "We'll eat them alive in court. Take my word for
it...."
Jesus, I though Who are these people?
Who indeed? They seemed not to notice me. The two women fighting in
the back seat were hookers. No doubt about that. I had seen them in my
headlights as they struggled in the wreckage of the Cadillac, which
had killed about sixty sheep. They were desperate with Fear and
Confusion, crawling wildly across the sheep....One was a tall black
girl in a white minidress...and now she was screaming at the other
one, a young blond white woman. They were both drunk. Sounds of
struggle came from the back seat. "Get your hands off me, Bitch!" Then
a voice cried out, "Help me, Judge! Help! She's killing me!"
What? I thought. Judge? Then she said it again, and a horrible chill
went through me....Judge? No. That would be over the line.
Unacceptable.
He lunged over the back seat and whacked their heads together. "Shut
up!" he screamed. "Where are your f***ing manners?"
He went over the seat again. He grabbed one of them by the hair.
"God damn you," he screamed. "Don't embarrass this man. He saved our
lives. We owe him respect -- not this god damned squalling around like
whores."
A shudder ran through me, but I gripped the wheel and stared
straight ahead, ignoring this sudden horrible freak show in my car. I
lit a cigarette, but I was not calm. Sounds of sobbing and the ripping
of cloth came from the back seat. The man they called Judge had
straightened himself out and was now resting easily in the front seat,
letting out long breaths of air....The silence was terrifying...".
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