Archive: Burn, Baby, Burn!
In honor of the flag-burning debate, I bring you my favorite flag tirade, courtesy of Former Senator Zell Miller. Senator Miller, you have the Floor:
I asked the question yesterday: How many of you have ever run over a skunk with your car? I know the President has, somewhere over there around Frog Hollow. I have, many times. I can tell you that the stink stays around for a long time. You can take the car through a carwash and it is still there. So the scent of this event will long linger in the nostrils of America.
I am not talking just about an exposed mammary gland with a pull-tab attached to it. Really, no one should have been too surprised with that. Wouldn’t you expect a bumping, humping, trashy routine entitled ‘‘I’m Going To Get You Naked’’ to end that way?
Does any responsible adult ever listen to the words of this rap-crap? I would quote you some of it, but the Sergeant at Arms would throw me out of this Chamber, as well he should.
Then there was that prancing, dancing, strutting, rutting guy, evidently suffering from jock itch because he kept yelling and grabbing his crotch. But, then, maybe there is a culture of crotch grabbing in this country I don’t know about. But as bad as all that was, the thing that yanked my chain the hardest was seeing this ignoramus with his pointed head stuck up through a hole he had cut in the flag of the United States of America, screaming about having ‘‘a bottle of scotch and watching lots of crotch.’’
Think about that. This is the same flag to which we pledge allegiance. This is the same flag that is draped over coffins of dead young uniformed warriors, killed while protecting Kid Crock’s boney butt. He should be tarred and feathered and ridden out of this country on a rail. You talk about a good reality show? That would be one.
(Then) Sen. Zell Miller (D, GA)
02.12.04
Sometimes, you just let the words stand.
-clc-
Full context is here.
I asked the question yesterday: How many of you have ever run over a skunk with your car? I know the President has, somewhere over there around Frog Hollow. I have, many times. I can tell you that the stink stays around for a long time. You can take the car through a carwash and it is still there. So the scent of this event will long linger in the nostrils of America.
I am not talking just about an exposed mammary gland with a pull-tab attached to it. Really, no one should have been too surprised with that. Wouldn’t you expect a bumping, humping, trashy routine entitled ‘‘I’m Going To Get You Naked’’ to end that way?
Does any responsible adult ever listen to the words of this rap-crap? I would quote you some of it, but the Sergeant at Arms would throw me out of this Chamber, as well he should.
Then there was that prancing, dancing, strutting, rutting guy, evidently suffering from jock itch because he kept yelling and grabbing his crotch. But, then, maybe there is a culture of crotch grabbing in this country I don’t know about. But as bad as all that was, the thing that yanked my chain the hardest was seeing this ignoramus with his pointed head stuck up through a hole he had cut in the flag of the United States of America, screaming about having ‘‘a bottle of scotch and watching lots of crotch.’’
Think about that. This is the same flag to which we pledge allegiance. This is the same flag that is draped over coffins of dead young uniformed warriors, killed while protecting Kid Crock’s boney butt. He should be tarred and feathered and ridden out of this country on a rail. You talk about a good reality show? That would be one.
(Then) Sen. Zell Miller (D, GA)
02.12.04
Sometimes, you just let the words stand.
-clc-
Full context is here.
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