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Escalante Concedes to Obama

When I woke up en la manana I found this news

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The beloved Animosity Party did not make headlines!

Then I fell over in my tracks when I found this "gop" party had. Why would a party that rhymes with cop and sounds like a toddler noise make news when the powerful Animosity Party did not?

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Did you see all those signs? And not a single Escalante '08!

Further incensed I decided to eat in effigy the man who'd defeated me!

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I realize that I must concede. We must be one nation united under this Obama. We'll be an Obamanation for the next four years, I concede. But I will keep an eye on it.

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And in four years, when the country again comes together to vote on gay rights and savings accounts for school districts, I will eat the eyeballs of anyone who does not vote Escalante 2012!

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Good luck Mr. Obama. If the Great Escalante has anything to say about it, there will be an Animated Animosity Annulment to your plans in 2012!

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  1. AnonymousNovember 15, 2008 at 7:54 PM

    I'm not completely sure what all that meant, but it was hilarious nonetheless.

    10 for your artistic score.

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  2. AnonymousNovember 17, 2008 at 9:44 AM

    Escalante should watch what he says if he wants to go to the inauguration or the Secret Service will be on his tail!!
    mja

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