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After returning home from the hockey game (an experience much more worthwhile than observing the pseudo-Reaganism Barack Obama was trying to pull off), I decided that I just had to watch some of the spin-down. Being a masochistic GOPer, I naturally had to go channel 356 on DirecTV. Comcast, I’m not sure. If you are reading this with a converter box, you’re simply out of luck, even with that government coupon coming in the mail.

This morning, wanting to truly wake myself up, I decided to peruse some transcripts and video of the president’s all-but-official propaganda arm. I learned some new rules. The mere presence of Bobby Jindal is sufficient to warrant an exclamation to deity.  If you are successful, Keith Matthews (or is it Chris Maddow…I can’t keep them straight) believes you should feel bad about it. I also learned that congressmen and senators aren’t doing all that well, and that according to Rachel Olbermann Maddow Matthews … the liberal Hydra occupying the opinion desk at MSNBC, they are the proper audience to discuss keeping taxes low on the middle class.

Immediately after the show, there were no reports that any member head of that oh-so-real mythological beast of liberalism offered to take a cut in pay. Not a one. In that vein, I respectfully request all three stuff it. And deep.

To be fair, I realize that I do watch it for entertainment, and since I am aware that my household constitutes a full 25% of their ratings, and someone has to justify their salaries, I would feel guilty for watching something more respectable, even though no shower and no soap can make you feel fully clean after the experience. It’s like getting sprayed by a skunk.  I get bored listening to those who always agree with me. It weakens the debating skills; however, even I have a breaking point, and last night, these three clowns just about reached it.