Just for the record.
Oh my, yes.
How the memory doeth laneth.
I started watching Skins's island right after the Democrat Leadership Council got it established; this was in late January, early February 2001.
For the longest time, I paid only cursory attention to it, although I will admit I am perhaps one of the senior-most readers of the Bostonian Drunkard, having read him since Skins's island first came into existence, and before many of the primitives themselves discovered his literary talents.
But as I said, I was paying only cursory attention; I missed out on that famous awesome notorious election night 2002 surprise (if Winner reads this, he has the graphic), because I wasn't a regular observer of Skins's island yet.
It was however in 2003, about the same time the prominent voting-fraud investigator was first flung off of Skins's island, that I started playing closer attention.
I recall being confused, not being acquainted with the issue. Here was this woman who had waded ashore onto the island, seeking succor from its inhabitants, and they were very rude to her; mishandled her, abused her, mistreated her, damaged her, cursed her.
I don't recall if the primitive woman bothered by cold weather was in on this; this however was before Doug's ex-wife came to the island. But even without Doug's ex-wife, the abuse this woman took was more than enough to break the back of a horse.
I wondered; why were these savages, these barbarians, being so mean to a nice lady?
It was blood-curdling, and of course one understands why she was constantly pressing the "alert" button; if I were somewhere getting the same slanders, lies, misrepresentations, and actual threats, I would be shoving that "alert" button myself.
So the lady went away. That was in 2003.
In November 2004, she again waded ashore onto Skins's island, like St. Francis Xavier in the Orient, offering the primitives Hope and Salvation. She was only minutes, only ten bucks, away from getting the election results in Ohio overturned, and getting John Kerry into the White House and George Bush into the jailhouse.
She was within a razor's edge of this; all she needed was a little bit of help from the primitives, and it was over.
The primitives, who of course wanted to see the election results in Ohio negated, and John Kerry in the White House and George Bush in the big house, instead of helping her with their vast cerebral capacities and fat wallets, abused, mocked, scorned, and threatened her.
She was that close, all she needed was a little bit more; not much, but a little bit more.
The
jihad was led by the malicious cartoon character primitive, the book publisher, with copious and enthusiastic help of the primitive woman bothered by cold weather and, by now, Doug's ex-wife, among others.
We all know there has been nothing more the primitives have wanted since November 2004, than the Bostonian Billionaire in his new digs at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The primitives still lust, yearn, long, salivate for this.
And they could have had it.
But no; the malicious cartoon character primitive was more interested in pursuing his personal vendetta against this vote-fraud investigator, than putting John Kerry in the White House.
That George Bush is in the White House until January 20, 2009, and that the Bostonian Billionaire is now merely a small-print footnote in the vast volume of history, can be blamed squarely and solely upon the shoulders of one of the primitives, the malicious cartoon character primitive.
It's his fault, and the primitives should surely by now understand that.
So the next time one listens to the primitives whining about how Ohio was stolen, they need reminded that it was one of their own who allowed that to happen, by obstructing, mocking, ridiculing, cursing the one person who came onto Skins's island with 99.9999% of everything all done, everything all in place, and who with just a little bit of help from the primitives, could have gone over the top.
But alas! as with St. Francis Xavier offering Hope and Salvation to the primitives, she suffered his own fate.