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October 11, 2008

He Wants the Precious

I don't usually link to NY Times stories unless I can offer some commentary on them, because I figure most of the people who read my blog also read the Times, and I know they can click on headline links just as easily as I can. But in case you didn't bother to read this op-ed by Gail Collins, you should. I laughed out loud at this bit:

Remember how we used to joke about John McCain looking like an old guy yelling at kids to get off his lawn? It’s only in retrospect that we can see that the keep-off-the-grass period was the McCain campaign’s golden era. Now, he’s beginning to act like one of those movie characters who steals the wrong ring and turns into a troll.

During that last debate, while he was wandering around the stage, you almost expected to hear him start muttering: “We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precious.”

Posted by holly at October 11, 2008 9:05 AM

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