It’s a literary reference, you semi-literate barking moonbats.
Hi. I’m going to spoil your appreciation of the day now.
Oh, not all of you. The people who are ordinary, decent Democrats – or just happy that we’re going to finally have as President somebody who isn’t an old white guy – go ahead and have a good time at the Inauguration. I plan to eat wings and watch it on TV, myself, but that’s because I live in the DC area, which means that I know what the traffic is going to be like. Heck, I wouldn’t be there for McCain’s, if he had won. Anyway, you folks don’t bother finishing this little essay: I don’t want to spoil your day. Hope it’s a good one for you.
But as for the rest of you. The Maoists. The Stalinists. The Klansmen. The anti-Semites. The blackshirt anarchists. The unwashed antiglobos. The summer patriot celebrities. The 9/11 Troofers. The Che-worshippers. The neo-Nazis. The deep ecologists. The PETA freakazoids. The World Can’t Wait losers. The Code Pink soldier-haters. The International ANSWER seditionists. The ACORN election-fraud enthusiasts. Every single one of you who screamed and ranted and threw garbage cans and put on bandannas and plotted attacks (incompetently) and waved around giant paper-mache heads… yeah. You people.
You missed.
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