My apologies. I’ve been ill, and in a generally unfit state to string words together.
So, belated congrats to Scott Brown. My advice to him: Great job, kid. Don’t get cocky. Remember who elected you, and why (It wasn’t the centerfold, despite our doe-eyed sighs). We can remove you if you forget, and we will. We will continue to elect and remove people until we get people who keep their head. This is not about party. It never was. It’s about America, and the sweet dream that defines our people. Remember that, or be replaced.
To Glenn Beck: We here at SASs like you, but sometimes you annoy the hell out of us. You said that no one in America wants to see a guy as a centerfold, all nekkid and . . . well, hawt. You apparently forgot about all the red-blooded straight women in America, as well as the red-blooded gay men. I’d estimate about half the country. And really, considering your own well-admitted mistakes and problems, who are you to say anything?
In addition, the crack about his daughters being availible? Srsly, chill out. He was being a dad, teasing his girls. Embarassing? Yes. Earning a chewing-out from the wife? Prolly. Creepy? Not so much. Lay off. Go after Brown once he’s screwed up– he’s a mortal, so he’ll screw up, no matter how pure intentioned he is.
Until then, take a clue from the SASs: Wait and See. Otherwise, you come across as an arrogant snot full of jealousy and pride. As Slytherins, and myself, a Malfoy, we know a lot about these things. Look what happened to Cousin Draco. . . In the end, Glenn, you’re not a Slytherin. You’re a Hufflepuff with the spine of a Gryffindor. This is a good thing, in general. [Remember Cedric? He was that Total Hottie with a spine of steel . . . too bad about his premature demise. . . Perhaps you would prefer to remember Neville Longbottom?]
Just. . . don’t get ahead of yourself. We like you, we don’t don’t want to see you get into more trouble than necessary.
Congresscritters: Repent, ye, for the End is Nigh.