Look, Massa President, you tried. You visited them, you dined with their pundits, dribbled with their Court. You had them over for the Super Bowl. You traded more jobs for tax cuts and only got three votes for your troubles. Face it, you've reached across the aisle and came back with a nub.
And now this? Judd Gregg withdraws his nomination for Secretary of Commerce over ... what was that again? Oh yeah. "Irresolvable conflicts." Riiiight. You don't have to look much further than the picture above to tell you where your differences really lie.
Let's face it. The Republicans are hoping that you fail. They are doing everything within their powers to see that you do. They're clicking their shoes three times, they're crossing their fingers, they're gulping gallons of bitch's brew, they're shoving pins in their little Sambo dolls. They will do what ... ev ... er it takes to see you fall on your face.
They're hoping that your failure will gain them seats in '10. They don't give a shit about the crisis this nation faces. They don't want to face up to the responsibilities they have as our elected officials. All they want to do is hate-n-holler.
Sure, they may have voted Steele in to head their party, but Rush is their leader now. And that pill-poppin' pork barrel would shank you in a Dittohead second. "I hope he fails." Does that sound bipartisan to you, black man? No, that's a major "Fuck you" to the Leader of the Free World. So, I say, "Fuck 'em."
Fuck all this "bipartisan" bullshit. It's like you're air-waltzing while your partner's off screwing the water boy. You don't need 'em. You're the star quarterback. Now, go win this game, run up the score on their scrub asses, and bang the head cheerleader!