Wonkette
Early this morning, in Wonkette’s Daily Briefing, we had this to say about Blago’s replacement: “There’s a new Illinois governor, right? And he is ’squeaky clean.’ So god only knows what kind of kinky stuff will bring this guy down.” Now we know: New Illinois Governor Pat Quinn is one of the original practitioners of the political sex-creep stunt of “tea-bagging.”
Jesus, we knew it would be bad, but we didn’t know how bad:
He has built a reputation for political stunts; three years ago, he urged utility customers to mail tea bags with their payments to protest rate hikes.
Yay, a Democratic Paultard. What else is gross about you, Governor Quinn?
“You ain’t seen nothing yet on populism,” he said. “I’m here to put the pop — the people — back into populism.”
Goddammit just shut the hell up.
Spotlight focuses on ’squeaky clean’ new Ill. gov [AP]
With all that tea bagging, no wonder he is squeaky clean.
“…he has a Boy Scout mentality.”
Queer hater.
“I’m here to put the douche…” …well, you get the picture.
“I’m here to put the ’shit’, errr… ‘market’, behind the word ‘bull’ again.”
“He believes in goodness and evil”
His tie is evil.
Populism is evil. It makes a congressman out of Steve Largent, a President out of Ronald Reagan, and left unchecked will crown an Empress of the virginal Hannah Montana.
It all floats down here…
“I’m here to put the pop…back into populism.”
I can’t for the life of me figure out what that means. Is the border wall going to built out of Brillo boxes?
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Corruption never looked so good right now.
Is there anything better than teabagging? No, I didn’t think so.
The divorced father of two — sons ages 24 and 25 — doesn’t like coarse language and is unfailingly polite
I guess the governorship is now a fricking valuable thing.
“I’m here to put the bags — the sweaty balls on your foreheads — back into teabagging.”
let lady caca put the pop back into populism and just focus on those tea bags. microtrends.
He’s also here to put the spring — a source of water bubbling up from the ground — back in Springfield.
Ironically, when my landscaper, “Mr. Sanchez” raised his rates, I included a handful of dirt with my bill.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet on tea-bagging,” he said. “I’m here to put the tea — the testicles — back into tea-bagging.”
“I’m going to put the money back in money shots.”
Great dood, thanks.
One Yield Regular: I think he’s going to erect a giant Obama pin and dumpon cheneys lawn.
Maybe he just likes tea….
“I’m going to put the ‘glory’ back in ‘gloryholes’… and by ‘glory’, I mean my extremely average penis.”
© Pat Quinn
“I’m here to put the bag back into douche”
How many years until Malia can run for governor?
Sussemilch: Virignal? Nah, I bet her daddy did her years ago–that’s the way it goes with the country music crowd.
“I’m going to put the ‘ass’ back ‘asshattery’”
Maybe the malevolent ghost of Harold Washington can kick him down a flight of stairs, or the actual Harold Washington, should he be alive, since I’m not interrupting this sentence to Google it.
SayItWithWookies: Yes, but will he put the “bub” back in “bubblehead?”
I think with that statement he just put the ill back in Illinois.
norbizness:
Jesse’s Boys: “You can run for President Jesse! Look at Harold Washington. Maaan Fuck Harold Washington.”
Jesse Jackson: “Yeah, fuck Harold Washington”
Actually, Harold Washington has been dead about 20 years.
Pat Quinn is the new Joe Biden.
Sussemilch: “virginal Hannah Montana”…ha. You should probably read more tabloids. Because if she’s a virgin, then I am the rapturous re-incarnation of Jeebus.
norbizness: Harold Washington had one too many rib platters. Perhaps we should get Governor Gomer an unlimited all-you-can-eat pass.
Putting the dip back in dipshit.
picadillythirds: A little tear came out of my eye, that was so funny!
He puts the “numb” back in “numbskull.”
Today I had a cup of tea but it didn’t taste so good.
Succeeding Blago is like getting a root canal without an anesthetic and being unable to scream “fucking fucker fuck your fucking fuckingness” after the dentist drills the wrong tooth.
— (Sen., no really, 5th Amendment absoluto assured) William Burris.
(Pat, write when you find work. - Richard Daley, Jr., Emperor Biggus Dickus, 5th Ward)
As Pat Fitzgerald would say, “I’m here to put the ‘Governor’ in ‘Leavenworth’.”
gjdodger: HA!
norbizness:
I miss Harold. He had the chutzpah to call Old Man Daley a racist during a mayoral primary debate in which Daley’s son was a participant. Good stuff.
obfuscator: Most racially charged city election ever. Fire on the Prairie. Council Wars!
LittlePig: “Harold Washington had one too many … platters.” To satisfy, what were still, the ethnic kitchens of Chicago, when the Irish/Slav/Slovak/Italian cops still called blacks “n*gg*rs”. Washington served the price of being ahead of his time.
animalmagnetism: I wish “Fire on the Prairie” was still in print. I’m sure Eddie V. regrets living long enough to finally be indicted.
the new governor may be a dweeb but layne’s mind is clearly in the gutter. if it has his name on it I’m skipping it. don’t need his stuff in the morning.
obfuscator: I got my copy at Fields a million years ago, it is one in my scant collection of books, right next to “Myra Breckenridge.”
An indellible memory of those times is the televised all-night City Council meeting held to vote on the successor to complete Harold’s second term, with Richard Mell, (Blago’s father-in-law) standing on a desk screaming his head off trying to fend off the nomination of 4th Ward Alderman Tim Evans and get their “own” black guy Eugene Sawyer in there, with demonstrators out on LaSalle Street.
“Politics ain’t beanbag.”
It was so nice of Mell to get Blago elected governor, too, also.