...it's in some sort of magical, Dr. Doolittle manner, or through a more plausible mode of playing recorded squeals, squeaks, clicks, and grunts familiar to cetacean lovers, or is it on some subspace frequency linked to the chip Karl Rove had inserted into her cranium.
Hasselbeck communicating with O'Donnell
I suppose I should GOOGLE IT!
(If I really cared.)
Posted by Terry Oglesby at May 30, 2007 04:40 PMThe key question though is why does she bother?
Rosie, (bless her heart, she used to be reasonably funny many years ago) is impervious to reason or subtilty. Since she's been permitted to carry on her tantrums unchallenged for so long, it's like spoiled child who's suddenly learned that there are limits to one's behaviour.
Posted by: southtrek at May 30, 2007 04:54 PMShe certainly does seem to be a very unhappy person.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at May 31, 2007 07:47 AM