The Only Thing Missing Was Howard Cosell

Last night as I sat in my Lazyboy recliner and watched the results of the Taxachusetts special election I thought back to a time many moons ago, when the the mellifluous voice of the long dead Howard Cosell called out to tens of millions across the globe, “Down Goes Frazier! Down Goes Frazier! Down Goes Frazier!”

Except in this case, the dulcet tones would have rung out “Down Goes Coakley! Down Goes Coakley! Down Goes Coakley!”

Start spreadin’ the news…it’s a Frank Sinatra kind of day.

But while many of us rejoice in Scott Brown’s victory, this is a fight that is far from over, and one in which the other fighter, the Obamessiah himself, is far from being knocked out, eyes closed, mouthpiece out, and body limp on the canvas. No…he still stands, defiant, tin ears growing in size, anger burning in his chest, the communist blood boiling in his veins, ready to do battle.

Around 3 AM I swear I heard him say, “Now it’s on Mother……..s. I got game. I’m the LeBron of politics, you just watch me.”

The early morning talk shows had all the Chicago thugs on, spinning this crushing defeat as fast as Formula 1 race cars, though Axelrod and Gibbs looked as though somebody left them in the dryer too long.

Over at MSNBC, (which isn’t really even a network if you consider the ratings), the pain was close to angina level. Olbermann, (Tingle) Matthews, O’Donnell, Maddow and company were apoplectic, having trouble forming consonants to follow vowels. The best they could come up with was that this was part of an “Anti-incumbent something or other.” (Which is why nobody watches.)

(Tingle) Matthews is so out of it that if I didn’t know better I would say that one of my Kahuna Kommando’s is secretly zapping him a couple of times a day with a Pretender Stun Gun. How else can you explain his support of voter fraud as a Democratic tactic? (Other than he was born in the City of Brotherly Love.)

So today…have a cocktail…maybe a few. Enjoy the moment…then start thinking about who’s next on the list.

Oh…before I forget…I have been using the wrong moniker on Harry (Squeaky) Reid. In Nevada…as I was told by a lifelong resident…he is known as Pinky. So goodbye Squeaky…hello Pinky!

Pinky is definitely on the top of my list. You should start volunteering now, because the real battle is just getting started. Don’t forget that Obama has a $700 million dollar war chest, and if you thought there was no more “walking around” money…think again.

Just be glad Dick Morris isn’t on his team.

You now know change is possible.

The Devil has his game face on, but sweat is pouring down his back.

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