Karl Malone

As tough as he was in the paint, the deliveryman laid it on the Manatee last night – barely letting other guests get a word in edgewise. He spoke of how people don’t want to hear bickering about who wants to do what, just that they want things to work. The chin could barely contain the talking points and tried to engage in a civil conversation, but there was nothing doing, he had no chance.

In a perfect world, he looks up at Karl, says, “my god, what a shameful, degenerate ass I’ve been for all these years, maybe, just maybe, if I start right now I can somehow redeem myself for the petty, pitiful, ridiculous way I’ve behaved for so long.”

ha, five minutes later, back to the Obamabashfest that is the stock and trade of all those clowns.

it really is better than Nascar