I Am a Democrat: You Owe Me

In recognition of Dependence Day, I give you ....

I’m a democrat. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I have my own pile of money, but I want yours, too, including the four pennies you have rattling around in the bottom of that peanut butter jar you frugal idiots like to use as a change holder. Give it up! You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I just say I like the public school system. My kids go to private schools so that your kids can go to public schools and learn how to be good little democrats like me. When my kids grow up and become better members of a collectivist society, and your kids grow up confused, my kids will get government jobs and take more money and freedom from your kids. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I have a job with health insurance, but I think it’s everyone else’s fault when I get sick and have to cut back on my lifestyle so I can pay for health care that should be free, along with cars and houses and big screen TVs. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. There is no god. You can go ahead and get down on your knees and pray to the ceiling for forgiveness and strength and peace, but I’ll be standing right behind you with a tire iron, bashing your skull and stealing your wallet. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I hate people. I would rather sleep with my dog or a cucumber or a tree than with another person…unless I can just dump them on the curb after we’re through. You just have sex to make more people so you can continue to earn more money while you rape the planet. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I love taxes. It’s patriotic…for you…to pay them. I don’t pay any, anyway. And if I have to, I’ve figured out loop holes or have offshore accounts to shelter my money, so the government never really gets too much from me anyway. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. It’s not only my right but also my duty to take freedom and representative republicanism from you, little by little, and replace it with government bureaucracy. From each according to his ability, to each according to his need. I’m needy. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I have a $20 million vacation playground on Martha’s Vineyard and a guarded compound in South Chicago and belong to the richest majority in Washington’s history. But I hate rich people who aren't democrats and want your property too so I can save endangered swamp rats and build turtle tunnels and fix toilets. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. There are more of you than there are of me. You breathe too much. I’ve told the world outlandish lies that you’re causing global warming, using faulty correlations to get everyone so worried they’re about to let me tax thin air. And you’ll breathe a lot less. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I’m an elitist. I’m perfect. I’m not like all of you stupid wingnuts out there working your greedy little fingers to the bone trying to make a little money and feed your family and have something to call successful when you retire. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I live in the city so I can get stupid drunk and piss on the streets when I want and kick your parked car when it gets in my way. It’s too bad that you have all those guns in your humble suburban and country homes. If you didn’t, I’d come and toss you out on your naked ass and make you live in the fetid cities that my government policies screwed up. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I think you hate homosexuals. I have no idea that you just want to be left alone and live your life the way you see fit and not have your children taught with government money that they should seek alternative lifestyles for the fun of it. I just want you to do what I think you should do with your life. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I’m so tolerant I can’t tolerate anyone who doesn’t think the way I do. In fact, I hate white people. I hate all people. I hate myself. I hate myself so much that I hate you even more when you are happy. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I don’t know how to do anything for myself. I need to be told what to do. I don’t think human beings are capable of taking care of themselves. That’s what government is for. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I don’t think any people should have rights. I think fish and frogs and grass should, however, and I want to represent them in court…and you to pay for it. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I’m a child. I act like a child and I think like a child and I live like a child and I throw up my hands and have little fits when I don’t get my way. There should be no consequences for anything I do. But there should be consequences for you, even if you’re blameless in what I accuse you of. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I’m racist but I get others to think that you are racist just because I call you one. It’s a riot to watch you squirm because I know you have a conscience. I do not. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I was born poor or middle class or rich, but it doesn’t matter. I was born black or white or Asian or Latina, but it still doesn’t matter. In fact, it’s Bush’s fault that I was even allowed to be born at all. You owe me.

I’m a democrat. I want health care at your expense, while I’m young and virulent and child-like. But then I want you to kill me when I start to get old and weak and feeble, so that all of my young and virulent and child-like democrat friends can have health care at your expense.

Then I want to come back to life as a rock, so lots of birds can shit on me. They owe me, too, for being a loony moonbat.

Originally posted July 2009.

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I Am a Democrat: You Owe Me

Happy New Year, You Basterds

May 2011 see more routing of Democrats. May your resolutions become realities. May you send Barack Obama wicked thoughts that cause him to go terminally insane. Our future depends on it.

Happy New Year

Image via Moonbattery

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Happy New Year, You Basterds

You RWE Bastards Are All Just Mentally Deranged

That's right. All you right wing extremists have a mental disorder, Anxiety-induced Obama Underappreciation Syndrome.

Or so says the Supreme Dickhead himself, president Zero, a man handed a potential dynasty on a silver platter only to promptly fuck it up so badly he'll see his majority run over in less than two weeks like a retarded deer frozen by the headlights of a tank.

Yes, there IS a God.

Writes Charles Krauthammer:

President Obama has come up with something new, something less common, something more befitting his stature and intellect. He's now offering a scientific, indeed neurological, explanation for his current political troubles.

The electorate apparently is deranged by its anxieties and fears to the point where it can't think straight. Part of the reason "facts and science and argument does not seem to be winning the day all the time," he explained to a Massachusetts audience, "is because we're hard-wired not to always think clearly when we're scared. And the country is scared."

Opening a whole new branch of cognitive science — liberal psychology — Obama has discovered a new principle: The fearful brain is hard-wired to act befuddled, i.e., vote Republican.

But of course. Here Obama has spent two years bestowing upon the peasantry the "New Foundation" of a more regulated, socially engineered and therefore more humane society, and they repay him with recalcitrance and outright opposition. Here he gave them ObamaCare, the stimulus, financial regulation and a shot at cap-and-trade — and the electorate remains not just unmoved but ungrateful.

Faced with this truly puzzling conundrum, Dr. Obama diagnoses a heretofore undiscovered psychological derangement: anxiety-induced Obama Underappreciation Syndrome, wherein an entire population is so addled by its economic anxieties as to be neurologically incapable of appreciating the "facts and science" undergirding ObamaCare and other blessings their president has bestowed upon them from on high.

Trouble is, Zero's diagnosis is like a Dingy Harry quote: But for him we'd be taken over by Predator and Alien by now. They're both cut from the same cloth: the clinically insane.

Krauthammer, naturally, dashes Zero's veneer-thin ill-logic, as would anyone with half a brain (Note: There are no requirements for any brain wave activity whatsoever to be elected to higher office in America).

The story of the last two years is as simple as it is dramatic. It is the epic story of an administration with a highly ideological agenda encountering a rising resistance from the American people over the major question in dispute: the size and reach and power of government and, even more fundamentally, the nature of the American social contract.

In other words, the peasants, we the serfs of Dear Lord Obama the Incompetent, have had quite enough, thank you very much.

Somehow this isn't what Zero meant when he said "we are the ones we've been waiting for" on the night of his election ... unless he meant that he and his merry band of thieves are the ones we've been waiting to send back home with extreme prejudice, for good, beginning Nov. 2, 2010.

Speaking of which, I've a little limerick for you...

There once was a man named Barack

Who conned sheep into believing he was Spock

But then his policies tanked

And the sheep realized he stank

So all his buddies in Congress got kicked off the block

I know. It isn't dirty.

But aren't you proud of me for not cursing in the same sentence in which I mention The Liar in Chief? Oh. Shit. I just re-read the first graph of this post.

Fuck it.

The Asshole in Chief deserves my foulflinging fingers.

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You RWE Bastards Are All Just Mentally Deranged

"Get Your Fucking Hand Off Me!"

You just know that's what he was thinking.

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"Get Your Fucking Hand Off Me!"

A Whole Lot of Estrogen Going On

C'mon, I dare you to find the dood in the photo. Our dear POSOTUS even crosses his legs like a girl.

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A Whole Lot of Estrogen Going On

Periodic Table of Swearing

From the twat of the twat, Grumpy Old Twat

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Periodic Table of Swearing

Congresscriminal Etheridge Assualting Student - The Musical Version

And I was going to write a satire having him greet the students with a smile, common courtesy, and offer to buy them a beer. What was I thinking?



H/T: allahpundit

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Congresscriminal Etheridge Assualting Student - The Musical Version

Obama: "Breezing Through Lousiana So I Can Take Vacation Is My Responsibility"

This is a morph image I made of Mobama and Obama at this site, which I found over here. I just love the donkey ears and lopsided eyes and protruding mouth.

Barack Obama, our angry pResident, today brusquely shot down insinuations his Memorial Day vacation was planned by staffers.

"I take responsibility. It is my job to make sure that even when the sky really is falling I get a great photo op in Louisiana, then take a long, needed vacation that I justly deserve," Obama declared during a news conference at the U.S. Coast Guard Station Grand Isle, Grand Isle, Louisiana.

"Gilligan may have gotten lost on his three-hour tour, but I'm certainly not going to get sucked into anything enduring here during my three hours on the Gulf Coast," the pResident said. "Let me be clear, it is well known that I spend way more time golfing than I do attending to the business and troubles of America and ... I ... I ... I ... ah have a tee time to make."

He called the vacation, now his 300th since taking office, an "unprecedented necessity" and blasted a "scandalously close relationship" between Chris Matthews and his aura.

"I'd never let Chris hold my putter," Obama said. "He's just not on par with Larry Sinclair."

Obama announced new steps for planning his many vacations, including continuing a moratorium on showing up for any events that honor veterans who've died for this country. He also said he has suspended plans to plug the hole leaking oil into Gulf of Mexico until after he takes a vacation next week from this vacation, despite recriminations from his daughter.

The president's direct language on being in charge of planning his vacations, which he repeated several times, marked a change in emphasis from earlier administration assertions that, while the Regime was overseeing his many lengthy and costly trips away from the White House, it was Bush's fault the Oval Office had the expertise and shiftiness to make sure Obama avoided being around when he was needed to lead the nation.

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Obama: "Breezing Through Lousiana So I Can Take Vacation Is My Responsibility"

Finally, Obama Plugs His Hole

Image via Rev. Right

On one hand, I Thank God.

On the other, I've just realized the rest of his term will be strangely quiet. I just can't bear going on not hearing him tell yet another lie, like fake stories about his children asking him, "Did you plug the hole yet, Daddy?"

Especially when he hasn't fuck-all to do with it.

Maybe we can fill the void with daily feeds of his most famous recorded statements, like (to paraphrase for -- unlike Obama -- brevity's sake), "I don't have all the facts, but I think they acted stupidly."

In fact, that should have been the motto of his entire 2008 campaign. It certainly makes a hell of a lot more sense, in retrospect, than "hope and change." And it definitely represents his entire 17 months in office.

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Finally, Obama Plugs His Hole

You Will Levitate

Who needs to focus on creating jobs when being pResident affords you the opportunity to play with toys?

Of course, he had his friend from the New York Slimes ride it first. After all, he doesn't need any mechanical assistance to levitate.

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You Will Levitate

Lie to Me (I'd Drop Dead if You Didn't)

You'd think in the information age politicians would, for once, just shut the fuck up and stop lying and own up to the damned truth. Oh, I'm sorry. For a minute there I was dreaming that they actually care what we think.

Never mind.

What a silly ass I am to fantasize that when The Wicked Witch of Congress said this -- “No major piece of major social legislation has ever been passed without the vote being partisan" -- she actually thought we'd believe it.

Or, as BigFurHat says,

She’s either stupid or a liar. Wait, what am I saying? She’s stupid and a liar.

After all, can't you spot the partisan legislation? It's all in the Political Math.


I'm going to do Jonnny Lang a grave disservice here, but then I'd rather hear him over the Botox Queen any day:

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Lie to Me (I'd Drop Dead if You Didn't)

UPDATED ++ Obamacare Will "Control the People"

I love it when politicians open their big fat mouths. Congesscriminal John Dingell (Dickhead, Michigan) :

"The harsh fact of the matter is when you're going to pass legislation to cover 300 million people in different ways it takes a long time to do the necessary administrative steps that have to be taken to put the legislation together to control the people."

In fact, Jamie's snark below is a preview of the reality the Dems want for you:


UPDATE: Whether or not King Obama becomes reality, it's pretty fucking clear already what change looks like:

Brought to you by LC Aggie Stith (originally via Logistic Monster, with a sly H/T to cbullitt)

UDPATE II: Nine inch Nails came up on my iPod today. It's not something for the family. But the lyrics of "My Violent Heart" say a lot about what's been going through my addled brain over the last couple weeks, a fever specifically brought on by the Democrats and their arrogance.

And, no, Secret Service, I'm not threatening anyone ... just read the key part of the song:

you have set something in motion

much greater than you've ever known

standing there in all your grand naivety

about to reap what you have sown

time will feed upon your weaknesses

and soon you'll lose the will to care

when you return to the place that you call home

we will be there we will be there



on hands and knees

we crawl

you can not stop us all

our blood will stain

we will not go away

on hands and knees

we crawl

you can not stop us all

our blood our ways will never leave this place

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UPDATED ++ Obamacare Will "Control the People"

"There Are No Rules Here ... We Make Them Up As We Go Along"

As if this fucking piece of shit needed to say it out loud. But I'm glad he did. It's just more campaign ad fodder to help send this Congresscriminal back home to Flori-duh in November, preferably with a deadly communicable disease.

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"There Are No Rules Here ... We Make Them Up As We Go Along"

Her Goal? To Be Fatest; My Goal? To Be Least Governed; Who Will Win?

Maybe if we send this lady some cakes she'll reach her goal and we'll get good karma and The Wicked Witch of Congress won't get her 216 votes.

Her goal is to make the Gunniess Book of World Records. Pelousy's goal is to re-engineer America and drag us all, kicking and screaming, into her boiling cauldron. My goal is keep these motherfuckers away from my property.

Who will win?

My optimism is waning, my anger growing.

You damned well know that, if they bring this piece of shit bill to a vote on Sunday -- while most of us of are enjoying early Spring and resting and reflecting, as God intended -- Pelousy has this un-Constitutional Rahm job in the bag.

So be it.

I'm starting to believe there will be riots in the streets if they do. I hope Congresscriminals, and the pResident, are ready for the backlash.

It'll be a reckoning like nothing they've ever seen.

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Her Goal? To Be Fatest; My Goal? To Be Least Governed; Who Will Win?

Obama Invited to Give New Gettysburg Address

Give me a fucking break. Via Allahpundit

One town is already banking on President Obama's re-election: Gettysburg, Pa. Looking ahead to July 2013, organizers of the 150th anniversary of the decisive three-day clash between Union and Confederate forces have extended an invitation for Obama to deliver his own Gettysburg address, we hear. "That would be really cool," says Gettysburg Convention and Visitors Bureau President Norris Flowers. "I expect that."

Excuse me while I vomit because I can hear him now:

Four years ago you peasants put me in charge of your lives and my administration brought forth a new America, conceived in my image and dedicated to the proposition that only some people -- mainly those who worship me -- are created equal.

I loved that place. I've walked Pickett's Charge. Twice, each time more amazed by the audacity and bravery and stupidity it took to rush headlong into such a death. I was planning on taking my kids there at some point. Forget it, now. If this is the thought process that goes on up there, my money would be better spent on Ken Burns' The Civil War DVD.

At least Zero can't ruin the original address, no matter had badly he screws this country up ...

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Obama Invited to Give New Gettysburg Address

RAHMBO WASH! Rinse Away All Your Political Troubles!

Art by Jamie

Hi! Vince, here. I know I went a little nuts when I beat the hell out of that hooker in Miami. But I'm all better now, since the Democratic Party hired me. And boy have I got a product for you.

Having a tough time getting that last vote? Tired of making backroom deals only to see them evaporate and destroy your political career? Are you one step away from pushing your caucus over the cliff for the sake of a bloated government entitlement?

You won't be with RAHMBO WASH!

It's like a trip to Fort Marcy Park. It's like a drive over the Chappaquiddick with Ted Kennedy but without all the mess. It's like cheating on your taxes and getting away with it!

You see, regular poltical tricks don't work when 60 percent of the country wants your blood. This works scared or crazy ... even whenever selling your mother and strapping your children to the front of a locomotive just isn't enough.

This is for the Oval Office, the Blair House, Congressional chambers, your local townhall meeting!

RAHMBO WASH! cleans away twenty times the political troubles. Look at this! It turns a mild-mannered lameduck Congressmen into a ruthless lying flip flopper. It doesn't drip, doesn't make a mess. You water it down, lather it on Bart Stupak, and you've got your vote, abortion funding and all! And you don't even have to get naked with him in the shower!

It's made in Chicago, you know the Chicago Way always makes good stuff.

You can dump half into an old milk jug, use one to keep your no votes in line, use the other to convince a few Republicans to join your side!

SEIU workers, they use it to grease elections. Look at that! Completely stolen! Here's a bill that hasn't been written, dump some Rasmussen polls, Republican nos, and tea bags on it. Now that is going to smell. See that?

The most cleansing thing -- now we're gonna do this in real time -- look at this! Douse it on the bill, turn it over! Without even putting pressure, fifty percent of it's back to the Senate for reconciliation. The other 50 percent, it's passed with every party member in line!

I don't know, it sells itself!

Now, here's what were gonna do: if you call within the next 20 minutes, because we've been trying to sell this health care bill for a year, we'll throw in the RAHMBO Shower Gel and Scrubbie, both guaranteed to twist your adversary's arm, absolutely free! And we'll even give you a back shave.

You'll be saying I'll be getting cash with RAHMBO WASH! every time.

Here's how to order.

Cross-posted at This Blog Is Too Cool for a Name

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RAHMBO WASH! Rinse Away All Your Political Troubles!

Thanks for Your Patience

I'm a retard. I don't mean that as any slight against anyone born with any disability, intellectual or otherwise. When they coined and defined that word, retard, they had a picture of me to look at, whoever they were.

I decided to take advantage of some down blogging time tonight and pull in some of the files I'd published over at Word Press, not all, just some of the posts that I most wanted to save, with the idea of deleting the Word Press blog. After all, even though I've told the Googlebots they're no longer allowed to play over there, Google will still penalize me for having the first 13 months of this site's life over there as well. (If you're new and confused: I left this little place and went "big-time" at Word Press in November, only to get my site hacked and whacked and hi-jacked, so I moved back over here in February.)

So I pulled over some posts and probably wasn't all that careful with stripping out the formatting from Word Press, meaning I just cut and paste into Blogger ... and low and behold, when the project was done, my Blogger template was whacked. The more I tinkered, the more, well, let's just say there was also a photo of me next to whoever coined and defined the term douchebag.

So here we are with yet another look, and I think, for the most part, I can live with it. Additionally, since sig94 put a post up this a.m. that is now buried, I'm going to give it a little update so it gets pushed back up near the top, under this one.

As always, thanks for your patience ... and thanks for reading.

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Thanks for Your Patience

Who's Being Served?

What is a servant? This is a perfectly good question that should have a simple answer; except when it comes to politics. The word "servant" is from an Old French noun meaning to attend or wait upon. A trusted servant was (and still is) a valuable commodity. Servants ran the household, reared children and in many instances preserved the fortune of the family. Because of the position of trust they enjoyed, some were treated almost as members of the family.

In this sense, who are our public servants? Who are those who attend to and serve the citizens of the United States? The following photographs illustrate the heart of true public servants.
During the snowstorm that blanketed the Atlantic States recently, Washington, DC, shut down due to the inclement weather. Except for these young men - those entrusted with guarding the Tomb of the Unknown. They stand watch 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year without regard to any factor. In my opinion, the sense of duty instilled in the young men and women serving in our nation's armed forces is without parallel in the world.

Duty

Honor

Sacrifice

Trust and fidelity to the highest standards of conduct must be an integral component of public service. This is what we have come to expect from our public servants. And for this, we rightfully owe them our gratitude and our respect. And it should always be thus. Our sense of propriety demands it, our public institutions will fail without it.

Except for Congress. For centuries our politicians have been the brunt of jokes and scorn. Why? Because most of what they do is either meaningless, self aggrandizing or an out and out raid on the taxpayer's money. The only thing that's changed is the degree to which the American public has assumed the worst and refuses to be outraged at the shenanigans and goings on in the Nation's Capitol.

Part of this is that special interests have schemed with members of Congress to share in the public booty that is stolen from taxpayers. As co-conspirators of the largest transfer of wealth in modern history, they cannot point a finger at those members of Congress who, more egregiously than others, lie and steal for their own personal enrichment.

Like Charlie Rangel:

Rep. Charles Rangel, the influential chairman of the Ways and Means Committee, was publicly admonished by the House ethics panel Thursday for taking trips to the Caribbean that were paid for by private corporations.

Rangel, a New York Democrat and 39-year veteran of Congress, has been at the center of multiple ethics probes. At a Capitol Hill news conference, he said that he was "disturbed" by the result of the panel's eight-month investigation and that he would let the "community make its own judgment."

Now that is special. After pissing away tax money bribing bringing home the bacon stealing cheating lying serving the public for almost 40 years, good old Charlie will let the "community make its own judgement."
I'd much rather see a jury do that.

The committee has not released the results of its investigation into other alleged ethics violations by Rangel, including failing to disclose rental income on his villa in the Dominican Republic.

Of course not. They'd rather cover his lying ass by waiting until future chaos generated by Obozo, Reid and the Botox Express over health care creates a heavy fog over these crimes. In a few weeks everyone will be so terrified over Satan's Community Organized Health Insurance Plan that Rangel's problems will not register on the citizens' outrage radar. In his home district that radar was taken down, crated and shipped to Kenya where it tracks reporters looking for Obozo's birth certificate.

By time the tax fraud hits the news cycle on some distant Friday evening, the public will be in panic mode buying aspirin, band aids, sanitary napkins and suppositories. You heard it here first - buy stock in Boehringer-Ingelheim, the German manufacturers of Dulcolax.

Pick your poison, because if the Dems and RINOs have their way there'll be a burning and itching throughout this land that will make Moses' dealings with Pharaoh seem like a mosquito bite.

But Charlie has a perfectly good explanation for those pesky tax thingies.

"Common sense dictates that members of Congress should not be held responsible for what could be the wrongdoing or mistakes or errors of staff unless there's reason to believe that member knew or should have known," Rangel said Thursday evening.

Buying and selling property on a corrupt Caribbean island. Check! Tax evasion. Check!

Stashing away God Only Knows Where This Moola Came From in a couple half million dollar accounts. Check!

That's what staff is for! His staff also ate his homework and probably contributed to Rangel's other legal problems:

The trips are not the only problem for Rangel. The committee still is looking at the congressman's use of official stationery to raise money for a college center in his name as well as his belated financial disclosure of hundreds of thousands of dollars in previously unreported assets and income. Those included a federal credit union account worth between $250,001 and $500,000; a Merrill Lynch account between $250,000 and $500,000; tens of thousands of dollars in municipal bonds and $30,000 to $100,000 in rent from a residential building in New York.

And that's only the accounts that federal investigators managed to kick up. It seems a little strange that everyone in the US lost their 401k last year except Congressman Charlie Rangel, don't it?

Will Rangel be forced to remove himself from Congress like former House Majority Leader Tom DeLay? DeLay was indicted and forced to resign in 2005. Funny thing, a judge threw out those charges that Ronnie Earle, the democrat DA who indicted DeLay, took six grand juries to impose.

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Who's Being Served?

Obama's Healthcare Trap

Posted on behalf of Jamie.

Now that The One we’ve been waiting for has put out His own healthcare talking points, you have to wonder why the Republicans are bothering to go to the White House on Thursday… Barack Hussein Obama (Mmm, mmm, mmm) only wants to discuss what’s in His plan. So much for the free exchange of ideas… It’s just more of Him focusing like a laser on jobs, jobs, jobs (which isn’t His responsibility either).

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Obama's Healthcare Trap

Something's In The Air

QUESTION: When is a shitstorm not a shitstorm?

ANSWER: When it is brewing right under the nose of the MSM.

Oh yes. There is something nasty in the air. It leaves a greasy tang inside your nostrils if you walk through the foul mist emanating from the White House. Maybe Obama's gotta cut back on Michelle's sewer-enriched collard greens.

From Jeffrey Lord in the American Spectator:

A bombshell has just exploded in the 2010 elections.

For the second time in five months, the Obama White House is being accused -- by Democrats -- of offering high ranking government jobs in return for political favors. What no one is reporting is that this is a violation of federal law that can lead to prison time, a fine or both, according to Title 18, Chapter 11, Section 211 of the United States Code.

The jobs in question? Secretary of the Navy and a position within the U.S. Agency for International Development.

If it gets any worse they'll have to hose down all the tourists walking by the White House. The press corps will be forced to wear HazMat suits. On second thought, never mind about the press. They're part of the stink.

The favor requested in return? Withdrawal from Senate challenges to two sitting United States Senators, both Democrats supported by President Obama. The Senators are Arlen Specter in Pennsylvania and Michael Bennet in Colorado.

On Friday, Pennsylvania Congressman Joe Sestak, the Democrat challenging Specter for re-nomination, launched the controversy by accusing the Obama White House of offering him a federal job in exchange for his agreeing to abandon his race against Specter.

There's the one senate race in PA the White House tried to fix. But our bad boy wasn't done. There's another load he was grunting out across the country in Colorado.

[...]In the Colorado case, the Post reported that while Romanoff refused comment on a withdrawal-for-a-job offer, "several top Colorado Democrats described Messina's outreach to Romanoff to The Post, including the discussion of specific jobs in the administration. They asked for anonymity because of the sensitivity of the subject."

The Post also noted that the day after Romanoff announced his Senate candidacy, President Obama quickly announced his endorsement of Senator Bennet.

The discovery that the White House has now been reported on two separate occasions in two different states to be deliberately committing a potential violation of federal law -- in order to preserve the Democrats' Senate majority -- could prove explosive in this highly political year. The 60-seat majority slipped to 59 seats with the death of Senator Edward Kennedy, a Democrat, and the election of Republican Senator Scott Brown. Many political analysts are suggesting democrats could lose enough seats to lose their majority altogether.

That's one hell of a job you're doing there, Skippy. And from Our Big Giant Book of Federal No-No's, here is the money quote:

18 USC Sec. 211

Bribery, Graft and Conflicts of Interest: Acceptance or solicitation to obtain appointive public office

"Whoever solicits or receives … any….thing of value, in consideration of the promise of support or use of influence in obtaining for any person any appointive office or place under the United States, shall be fined under this title or imprisoned not more than one year, or both."

One subpoena, two subpoena, three subpoena, four...

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Something's In The Air