No Worries, Senator Reid: You'll Win In A Walkover

Really, honest.

Those 10,000 or so people who showed up in your hometown to launch Sharron Angle's Senate campaign won't be donating to her, or paying attention to this campaign.

Since then, you know, the economy's doing soooo much better, and all the numbers released by the CBO confirm that that health-care-thangy you rammed through will save the guv'mint kajillions of dollars, not cost anybody anything, and deliver free care to everybody. And that national debt thang--some 15 trillion or so--no one's paying attention. And that little ole' oil leak that yoh' President is doing such a great job addressing, well, that'll all be patched up soon, and you can join him for the photo op in late October, cuz that's how long it's probably gonna be before BP really has that thang under control, and you can take credit for it. Everbody'll believe it was you who pulled it off.

And that 'continue to spend like a drunken sailor' thang, by calling absolutely everything an emergency...why nobody's gonna pay attention to that, neither.

They won't mind when you arrange to send hundreds of billions to Illinois, Kuhlifornia and New York, just to keep the Democrat machine propped up in those blue states. HellsBells, Senator, with 15 trillion in debt, 100 billion is just a rounding error, ain't no big thang.

And that housing and banks thang...it's all ok now. Don'chew worry your old gray head one little tiny bit, Senator, it's allll gonna be jus' fine.

All those people who turned out to get Miz Angle nominated...no worries. They just a buncha teabaggin' hicks. She's only got her husband, one press secretary, and her kitchen table to work with! She ain't nooooo problem at all. She ain't got no PR firms, or pollsters, or PACs, or union thugs, or ability to spend guv'mint money to buy no votes, none of that. She's toast.

Yew jus' go-on back to sleep now, MisterHarry. This ain't nothing to worry yoh' head about. We'll wake you up after it's all over. And, no, don'chew be taking no phone calls from that Specter clown. He don't know nuthin' 'bout this sort of thang...