by JASmius
From the category of "Eight Words You Never Imagined Would Ever Be Used In A Single Sentence". This is like a "scrotum on a pole" match between Otis The Town Drunk and Lei'D Tapa. I'm still trying to find that looking glass through which I somehow unwittingly lumbered. Who says Alan Funt is dead? This is the proof he's alive and kicking.
I guess the line of demarcation here is that Debbie Downer is at least nominally constrained by her obligation to carry the White House's water on OCare, while Maher is free, as always, to be as big a dick as he wants. It's just riveting novelty to behold Maher being such a dick to a fellow Obamunist who is a born spokesdyke for Wolverine Steel-Toed Boots. I guess they were his last chance at a sponsor, but being a dick was more important.
Wait'll he finds out he sounded kinda-sorta like a Tea Partier in the process. That should make booking Alan Grayson a fascinating experience.
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