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Bluto: Over? Did you say “over”? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he’s rolling.
Bluto: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…the tough get goin’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
[Runs out, alone, then returns.]
Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh? “Ooh, we’re afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble.” Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Wormer, he’s a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer…
Otter: Dead! Bluto’s right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.
Bluto: We’re just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Let’s do it.
Bluto: LET’S DO IT!!!

Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t He Who Walks on Water underperform in several primaries–Indiana, New Hampshire and Pennsylvania spring to mind–confounding his cheerleaders in dino-media?Call me delusional. (You may as well. The Husband already has.)

Don’t kid yourself: John McCain can still win. Anyone who is truly undecided today is either not voting or not voting for Mr. Not Ready for Prime Time. After nearly two years of the sort of media coverage enjoyed only by Fidel Castro and Kim Jung Il, during which we have been told by nearly everyone with a TelePrompter and nearly every celebrity from Colin Powell to Oprah that this man is the messiah, if you haven’t drunk the Barry Kool-Aid by now, I don’t think you’re going to slurp it down today.

If Obama does win, chalk it up in no small measure to this early voting mischief, like Motor Voter, another way the democrats try to overcome their major disadvantage: the fact that no marginally sane voter would consider casting a ballot for them if they knew their plans for our freedom and our money. This campaign has been about the man-god reaching the finish line before the truth (his Jew-hater friend Rashid Khalidi, his America-hating friends Bill Ayers and Bernadine Dohrn, his race-obsessed friend Jeremiah Wright, his lamenting the failure of the federal courts to redistribute income as part of the civil rights movement, his plans for bankrupting the coal industry, etc…) could overtake him.

Regardless of who wins, this election taught us one thing that is undeniable. Journalism, as practiced by the supposed 4th estate (or like me, do you say 5th column?), is dead.

Beginning back in January 2007 with the allegedly serious political reporter for the Chicago Sun-Times Lynn Sweet wishing that she could follow BHO into the locker room at her health club, to Chris Matthews’ with the thrill running up his leg while listening to the man-god speak to just last week when Charlie Rose and Tom Brokaw admitted they know nothing about Barack Hussein Obama, it has been non-stop slobbering and swooning over this unaccomplished, inexperienced empty suit who surrounds himself with racist, anti-American wackjobs and unsavory Chicago thugs. Pathetic, and for any professionals with any pride, embarrassing.

And these MSM pinheads wonder why the circulation for their silly dead tree rags is plunging and intelligent, engaged people are everywhere are turning to the internet for news and information?

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