These right-wingers sure are a whiny, pants-pissing lot, whatever happened to all the “Rugged In-duh-vidualism” they used to prattle on about when Reagan was in office? Can’t they just try and show us by the power of personal example how awesome wingnuttery is?

Ronald Reagan was the Newt of his day from what I’ve been reading (I was only 13 or so at the time). 

GOP wanted ‘Mitt’.  The tea party (not named then) rebelled, they got Reagan, now he’s god.  A god that was against Medicare (they love it so now), a god that was against tax increases (they remember the cuts but not the increases) and a god that took advice from a woman that consulted the stars (no need to say what THEY would say if Michelle did that).

Why don’t they just band together and live in a state that says pay no taxes?  I’d be waiting to see which mentions ‘hey, we really need roads in this joint’ and the rest doing all and sundry to not pay tolls on that road.

Rebecca, the difference between Ronnie Rayguns and the Newster was that Ronnie was just as nasty as Newt but sounded like a kindly Uncle to the GOP knuckle draggers, which were actually somewhat more sentient than today’s hate-filled rabble. Also he did have some executive experience, ex-Gov of CA.  The Newster’s only real life experience is as a blabbermouth. Oh and a real embarrassment to real historians.

I’d be waiting to see which mentions ‘hey, we really need roads in this joint’

I once read a story about some cowboys or riverboatmen or something using a system for determining whose turn it was to cook: whoever complains about the food has to cook until someone else complains. A system guaranteed to give you the crappiest possible food at all times, and I’m sure that the Libertopians would come up with a system of road building that was very similar.

I’m not sure I’ll ever get over people counting words in speeches.

Also he did have some executive experience, ex-Gov of CA.

Ah but Newt has got ‘ex speaker of the house’ going for him now.  How did Cali do under Reagan?  I’ll be honest, I can’t be arsed looking.

whoever complains about the food has to cook until someone else complains. A system guaranteed to give you the crappiest possible food at all times

I can compare that to my house easily.  My daughter asked me how long to cook two minute noodles (it was just a snack, not her main meal!) and then gave up when I laughed at her.

Xecky, Becky—

It’s an old joke.  Whoever complains has to cook next.  So the current cook decides, fuck this, I’m making a pie out of moose shit.  He does so.  Quiet, thoughtful eating around the campfire until he serves up the pie.  Silence.  Then one guy yells, “THIS IS MOOSE-SHIT PIE!”  He pauses, then adds, “Good, though.”

Mr. Wonderful - Aha, OK. The story I read was a kids’ book, so they sanitized the situation. The main character unknowingly dropped a bar of soap into the pot of beans and the others were then saying how much they loved soapy beans.