Gina McCarthy: The Next Storm
Nobody Flashes:
First: Thanks to everyone for the well wishes on my delay in getting back to the blog…it really lifted up my spirits, you have no idea.
I’ve just now got my power back. God Bless Thomas Edison.
Second: This lady is scarier than a tornado, and will do ten times the damage. If Obama’s nomination of Gina McCarthy is confirmed to run the EPA, we are doomed. Look at her. She is one scary…LGBS. Or is it GBSB? I have no idea what to call this thing.
She is Janet Reno. She is Janet Napolitano. Tell me, WHERE do they find these women who want to be men? I’d rather fact another tornado. Trees grow back. Houses can be rebuild. But come on…Do we have to keep filling our government up with these little Gestapo loud-mouth feminists? I swear, the NSA must search for them.
Not only that, she doesn’t believe in that dirty old Congress.
“I didn’t go to Washington to sit around and wait for Congressional action. Never done that before, and don’t plan to in the future.” – Gina McCarthy
So, go back to Massachusetts and try to scare a Bee Gee, Gina. We don’t want you.
The Heritage: Four more years of a regulatory attack on the American economy with no substantial improvement to our environmental well-being will have devastating economic effects well after President Obama leaves office.”
This women scares me more than a dark night in Detroit. Good god, I need a drink, and I suggest you have a sip before watching this video.
Hey…sorry. I’m still trying to cope with the last disaster and now GINA?
Sounds like a good name for the next storm.
If Massachusetts keeps sending us these liberal dweebs I say we should kick it out of the union. And I KNOW John Adams would have agreed.
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Who said that Grandmas are always sweet old ladies and always right? I am sure someone said it, sometime. But not all Grandmas are equal. Some are more ‘right’ than others and a whole lot are more ‘Left’.Some ain’t sweet at all but leave a sour taste in your mouth. Some, indeed, are strident busybodies.
Of course, if I wrote this in Oz instead of cyberspace, Mz JuLiar Gillard ( who thankfully stands no chance of ever being a Grandma, and little chance of spoiling her record of being the Worst Prime Minister this wide brown land has ever had) would have me condemned for the heinous crime of misogyny.
JuLiar would take tea with your video star. JuLiar said ‘There will be no Carbon Tax from a Government I lead’, and it took only days for her to whip a ready-made legislation Bill from her gusset to impose on us all before even the election results were cooled down.
Your grey-haired old lady looks like the wolf that took Grandma’s place when Red Riding hood came a calling. I wonder what RRH’s grandma tasted like. Sweet or sour?
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