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Norman Hsu. Ladies and gentlemen, this is a huge scandal. It reaches into the depths of the Democrat establishment. It touches very deeply their presidential front-runner to the core, and the broadcast media have done everything possible to downplay it or ignore it. The same media that focused on what shoes Fred Thompson was wearing in Iowa -- hey, they were Guccis. I wear 'em, too. Way to go, Fred. Screw you, elitists. What the hell are you drinking and eating behind closed doors, and what the hell kinds of diamonds and jewelry and shoes are you wearing? Phony baloney, plastic banana, good-time rock 'n' roller rear-end orifices. I've had it. I have literally had it with these people. They're hunting down every Fred Thompson client, every Rudy Giuliani client ever represented in hopes of finding an embarrassing association. They've gotta look no further than down the end of their own noses to find Norman Hsu, and there is ample evidence that this is standard practice. This is the way business is conducted with the Clintons, going all the way back to Clinton's days as governor in Arkansas. And yet, where, my friends, are the investigative reporters? Where is our old buddy, Brian Ross, who couldn't wait to unload the details on Mark Foley? Where is Brian Ross?
Why don't we know where Norman Hsu's money came from? The guy was bankrupt just a few weeks ago. Where is his money coming from, and the people he's bundling money for, these poor Paw people, Paw family out there in California, lots of pets, no money. The mail carrier, donating 244 grand over three years to the Democrat party. How in the hell is this possible? Where is this money coming from? I thought that the media, the Drive-By Media, and the Democrats, were all concerned about campaign finance reform. Here we have a consistent pattern of Clinton and the Democrats taking money funneled from Asia to help fund their campaigns, people who have fled the country before they could be questioned. Hsu himself was a convicted crook. He jumped bail, he reestablished himself in New York, became a huge Democrat donor, he was on the lam for 15 years on charges in California while raising money for Democrats. He's caught. He jumps bail again. Now he's hospitalized under still-uncertain circumstances, quote, unquote. And what do the media want to talk about? Anything but Norman Hsu. Oh, no, no, can't embarrass the Clintons, can't do anything to derail that candidacy. Clinton campaign gets a couple questions thrown at them about it, no media frenzy, no persistent follow-up. (Clinton impression) "Why, I'm as surprised as I could be. Why, you coulda knocked me over with a feather when I found out that guy was on the lam." Mrs. Clinton is just as surprised with everything. She doesn't know diddly-squat about anything. And Clinton isn't alone, folks.
Remember that small, left-wing weekly out there in the Bay Area, broke a story a few months ago about how Dianne Feinstein, chairman of an important subcommittee overseeing military contracts, made millions through her husband's investment in certain companies during the war? The article describes extraordinary efforts by Feinstein using her official position to inquire into certain contracts, suggest certain directions the Pentagon should go with their contracts, and so forth. Where's the follow-up to this? You better believe, if this were Cheney and Halliburton, every reporter in the Beltway would be on this story, but it's died. It's gone away, no investigations, no hearings, no nothing, no ethics committee looking into it. This is very serious stuff. It really is. For all the talk about congressional oversight, the Democrats protect their own. There hasn't been a single hearing on Hsu by Leahy, Conyers, or Waxman. In the meantime, Republicans are eager to throw everybody on their own side overboard and under the bus. There hasn't been a single hearing on Feinstein and her husband by Pat Leahy, John Conyers, or Henry Waxman. There won't be, either, folks. There won't be any editorials demanding these hearings, either. They want to protect these liberals. They want to help them with their mantra about the Republicans' culture of corruption. And it burns me up.
"If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread."--the Tempter
"Filthy Democrat! You're what's wrong with this nation! You're responsible for America's moral ambiguity, for it's outright hostility of Godly values. How dare you level charges against James Kennedy while so obviously ignorant of Spiritual matters? And your apology is anything BUT! An 'apology' masquerading as thinly veiled insult."
Driver: "Hey! You ever been to Imaginations?"
Me: "Nope. It's not my thing." [as far as I know Imaginations is a nightclub, and as I said: 'Not my thing!']
Driver: "You ever been there? You look like the type."
Me: [I'm thinking: 'Type! What the hell 's that mean!? A bald, frumpy, 40-something looks like 'the type'?'] "No. I don't go to places like that. You need directions?"
Driver: "No. I know where it is, I was just wondering if you liked going there."
Me: "Sorry. Never been."
Driver: [pauses half a sec then asks:] "You want to get in? It's raining you know."
Me: "No thanks. I'm here to exercise come drizzle or high-water" [with that I begin to walk on]
Driver: [Calling out] "Hey!"
Me: [I stop]
Driver: "You ever let someone blow you off?"
Me: [......Huh?] "Wha?"
Driver: "You like getting blown?"
Me: ".....uh... Sorry. Not my thing" [I begin to move off... again!]
Driver: "Hey! How 'bout letting me blow you off!"
Me: "Sorry. Nope. Not my thing. Now scram!" [At this point I pull my trusty knife out and lock the blade open... I've decided to name my knife 'Stig']
Driver: [undeterred] "Come on! How do you know if it's not your thing unless you try it. Come on, get in the car."
Me: [I ignore the driver and begin walking across a grassy area, my knife still open and clearly visible... and yes, it's still raining]
Driver: [Finally drives offs]
Security Guard: "Black guy? Six-two? Driving a red Monte Carlo?"
Me: "I thought it was a Pontiac... but yeah."
Security Guard: "We had several complaints about that person."
Me: "Was he an undercover officer trying to grab some perverts?"
Security Guard: "No. Not this guy. The police got called a bunch of times last week, and it wasn't until someone with a camera on their cell phone took a picture of the Queer, and a picture of his tag. The police rounded him up. If it ever happens again, make sure you get the tag number so we can do something about this kind of thing..."
"...I want the ability to change to be a part of my personality. Can any of you Christian Conservatives say the same?..."
--BenT, previous post