One swine flew - others to follow.
To tell you the truth, without a pending election to hold them together, the Little Goons are not a cohesive bunch. It's like high school cliques, who come together when the school's quarterback needs character witnesses, but otherwise would give each other a glance.
They thought "health care" would be big enough to hold them together, but it's a silly idea that's getting sillier by the day.
The Lusty Little Homo Goons, who are narcissistic and emotionally stunted to the bone, cannot understand why a place named Little Goon Island isn't glued like barnacles to the underside of their every momentary personal and narrow concern. The Little Homo Goons cannot take their eyes off themselves in order to look around and see their "cause" is, right now, less important than the demise of analog television.
The Little Homo Goons will never understand or allow themselves to realize that even wacky moonbats are beginning to see them as a loss and an albatross.
