The victory in the 22nd Congressional District yesterday by LaRouche Democrat Kesha Rogers sent an unmistakable message to the White House, and its British imperial controllers: Your days are numbered… I am leading a war against the British Empire. I’m not worried about what Democratic Party hacks say or do.
Have I mentioned recently how much I miss Texas…politics, that is? As much as I despise the Great State (save for Austin), politics there is an experience truly not to be missed. Texas, which gave birth to the term “wingnut” has truly outdone itself this time, providing the intellectual black hole that is Kesha Rogers with her 15 minutes.
Like you, I had NO idea that we were still at war with the British Empire. Thanks to Rogers, I now understand that the real threat to this country isn’t posed by Gays, Lesbians, Barack Obama, or Islamofascist terrorists. No, the real threat to our safety and security comes from England. I mean, how else do you explain John Cleese or Catherine Zeta Jones? Or haggis??
Of course, though debates featuring Ms. Rogers will no doubt be highly entertaining and thoroughly disorienting, she (like virtually any Democrat in Texas) has about as much chance of being elected in November as I do of being the next American Idol (and, no, you do NOT want to hear me sing….). Democrats in Ft. Bend County undoubtedly recognize that, if you have no shot at victory, you might as well mess with sensibilities of those who take their politics seriously. If you can’t beat ‘em, f—k with ‘em, eh??
Now, if you don’t mind, I have a Monty Python marathon to get back to. I plan on becoming the Minister of Silly Walks in the New World Order. My God, I do SO (not really) miss Texas….
