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The happy little Right-wing seal came out to the rocks jutting out of the water at Big Brass Blog Beach, and there he started his Right-wing bark:
Oh, by the way. To all members of the lunatic left-wing fringe:And the killer whale came up from behind, creating a giant wave that washed the little Right-wing seal into the frothing surf, where the killer whale snatched him and took him out to open water, there to playfully toss him up and down and up and down... and then to eat him alive.
In the District of Columbia, the legal age of sexual consent is 16.
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Now, if you're going to start bitching and screaming that even if it's legal, it's inappropriate for a 50-something politician to have sex with an unpaid young volunteer, and any such politician should be forced to resign immediately just for suggesting it ...
... need I remind you ...
by: GrouchoMarx (contact) - 03 Oct '06 - 01:25
Good evening, GrouchoMarx.
Rep. Foley committed a federal crime. In fact, an indictment would include multiple counts on the charge. That is the issue. Oh, yes: conspiracy after the fact and obstruction of justice by several members of the Republican House leadership might be issues, too. Sometimes I'm so forgetful when I'm getting giddy watching hateful, power-hungry, old White men doing an impromptu group implosion. It's like watching group sex, except there's no cheesy music, and the moaning isn't fake.
But let's set all that legal mumbo-jumbo aside. I need to point out something else, something far more timely and compelling. Should you decide to try Mr. Foley's trick on a 16-year-old girl or boy in my custody, be sure to remind me about that age of consent thing of yours.
I'll find that pretty informative while I'm putting your perverted ass into one of those wheelchairs with the built-in, gravity-assist pee-bag attachment.
And by the way, if you don't understand the difference between a 23-year-old who went to Washington to "earn [her] Presidential kneepads" and a 16-year-old smoothie who doesn't need Mr. StiffWood helping him figure out which gate swings with the sweet song for him, I'll bet you already qualify for the Libertarian Consequences of Too Much Free Speech re-imbursement program for that wheelchair.
In other words, you and Foley take heed: bother the wrong kids and swear to God you thought they were 23 years old, and the last thing you'll need to worry about is being the Featured Special in the Fresh Meat Aisle at some federal penitentiary grocery store.
Come to think of it, you'll be so messed up you'll have to dress up like a pork chop to get ugly dogs to like you when the vigilantes are finished with the old one-two counseling session. Trust me, Groucho, it's not worth stepping up to the plate to join the Pervert Dinner Brigade to get a helping of the Ass Beating Buffet. You'll end up paying for your meal and theirs.
In other words, Groucho, get off it. When those 'lunatic left-wing fringe' folks take over the government and start doing the renditions on the likes of you and your buddies, you really, really don't want any of that sex stuff on the interrogation agenda, especially if you get sent to someplace like Syria or Egypt. Those torturers do special things to the perverts and their supporters. I think you'll agree with me that being Mr. Foley's friend right now isn't going to be worth the price when you meet 'Dr. Omar' in a dungeon on the other side of the world, where he'll use special electrodes designed to make testicles flash "Eat at Joe's... Eat at Joe's." I mean, really. But, hey, it's your call.
I'm not paying for your wheelchair. Or the smoke detector.
The Dark Wraith has thus finished the friendly toss-the-seal session for the evening.