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Oh Sirens of the Kos, where have you gone?
I came here to read about impeaching Dick Cheney, but instead you lure me to buy your products with your reassuring-good-looks.
My only goal today was to find about about the why I should hate Hillary, but instead I am buying Terra passes for all of my friends and family. With your blonde hair and winter cap (no doubt made of hemp), you siren's call has drawn me away from writing about the Iowa Caucus and why the poll's don't mean anything. Your non-threatening beauty is all I can dream about. And now, you have left me.
There was another ad-girl, whose product I cannot remember, but whose face I cannot forget. You were with me every day on Kos for oh, but a month. I could have my coffee, log on, and you would be there. Late at night, I would awake from my liberal slumber, and you would be there, but now, you have left me.
And lastly, the woman from the ad for some voyeur movie, "Watch" was it? Why were the Republicans putting you in danger?! How could I save you? Is the GOP tracking your every move? Why have you left me?
Now all I have is Tim Russert in the water, and a bunch of Mother Talkers, a picture of Obama and Huckabee, but the three beauties of Kos are gone. Their Madison avenue allure was fleeting.
I have to go, I hear my wife coming downstairs.