Mister Fweem's Blog: A Message to Jim Risch

Monday, October 27, 2008

A Message to Jim Risch

Jim,

I've heard your "Ding ding ding" economy-themed radio commercial several times today. Several. You will not get my vote, based solely on this annoying radio commercial, playing off tough economic times in a state where you're a shoo-in anyway because of that R behind your name. You could be pulling a cow's tail and having it go "Moo moo moo" and you'd win. Go spend your money on some new Republican suit or something, man.

And Mr. Rammell, before you come a-runnin, please, I have my standards when it comes to independent/loony party members, too.

Larry, my man, it's you. By default only.

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