NOT MUCH FOR THE BOOK-LARNIN', IS HE?

Tonight on mic, Vic Ferrari was like a master illusionist, trying to make the 24/7 Teen Sexathon infecting the Republican Party vanish in a puff of smoke. As usual, Vic was miles away from the actual issue, dismissing pedophilia as "no big deal," and "much ado about nothing." Now texslim, who is a genuine Republican conservative, and not a phony Bush cultist, reamed Vic hard (if you'll pardon the expression), lecturing that decent, elderly Republican women in Lubbock, Texas would be horrified to hear someone try and spin pedophilia. It's damn likely that those Republicans who are not driven away by the mere fact that a gay person was in the national leadership will abandon the ramparts once they hear sociopaths like Vic try and use sleight-of-tongue to douse the victims with slime or point fingers at decades-old scandals. As I wrote before, merely trying to minimize this cover-up by bringing up Ten Kennedy and Chappaquiddick demonstrates a dangerously cavalier attitude toward sexual predation that voters can't help but abhor.

But none of that is why I'm writing this post. No, this post is about Vic and his tragically neglected education. A Vic clone was in the room tonight, named Vic-Folley-From-Alabama. When Vic got up on the mic, he first tried to demonstrate his superiority, like a child haughtily jutting out his chin at some slight. He cackled, "You must be like most loony libs , who can't spell, because the name is Foley, F-O-L-E-Y. Not Folley."

Fine, then. Vic was right. You know, that's the first time in as long as I've written this blog that I've had occasion to type that sentence. I suppose there's a first time for everything? So, would Vic maintain and turn this into a streak? Yeah, I know, stupid question. Vic went on to claim that Foley broke no laws (the FBI is investigating), that this stops with Foley (no, Hastert, Reynolds and Boehner are all suspected of covering for and facilitating Foley's predations), and that Democrats never get punished for this kind of thing (except for all the ones who were censured or impeached). So, at this point, Vic's only mark in the "W" column is for spelling. But surely, that one he can't lose, right?

At the end of his rant, I had frazzled him a bit from the text, you know, just refuting his lies, taunting him with reality, the usual stuff. So Vic cries, "Hey, Claus, why don't you call me when you get some proof! That's P-R-O-DOUBLE EFF! Bla-blu-duh-I mean--"

Proff? Call him when I have proff?

Vic, you want the proff?

YOU WANT THE PROFF?

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE PROFF!!!

JC