The photos of Republican Party Head Honchos meeting in shady backrooms to get nekkid and roll their sweaty and corpulent bodies over helpless baby ducks may even now be getting developed...
* Hurricane Isaac may have been synchronized by HARRP to strike the moment the keynote speaker flubs his first line...
* The "dead girls and and live boys" may well have appointments with destiny...
* A bus full of nuns could be set by fate for the set-piece multi vehicle collision...
* An Elephant may exist who has been fully vetted and conditioned to break from the keeper's grasp and rampage in a shitstorm over the podium and dignitaries at the most opportune moment...
* All the swatches and color schemes could well have already been selected for the televised hotel banquet hall bun throwing and baked bean bacchanalia food fight scene...
* All the slack jawed tea-party type and tight-rectummed Paulites somehow secretly drilled in hand-to-hand combat techniques with bullwhips and Hostess Snack Cakes for the floor show...
* The corpses of Goldwater, Nixon, and Reagan miraculously acquired and spray painted in gold and fitted with animatronics (gotta love that Disney!) for the Zombie-Morning-in-America Salute to Past Campaign Death Marches and yet... yet... yet...
I can't help feeling that nothing will ever ever top this past week when it comes to total FUBAR Satisfaction!
Oh Schadenfreude - is there nothing you can't do?