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For The Love Of All Things Holy!



I don't care what side of the fence Congressman Wilson is on. He made an outburst. At an inappropriate time. He should have bit his tongue.

He apologized. The president accepted. He has apologized a couple more times. He owns his mistake. He regrets it.

Enough already. Jesus Christ people, between Maureen Dowd at the Times and former President Jimmy Carter, you would think Wilson called the president that horrible word that no human (black, white, whatever) should EVER utter.

I get it folks, the Elephants are pissed at the Donkeys and the Donkeys are pissed at the Elephants. So now the House is going to formally sanction him? Please! I'm tired of government wasting money and time on ninny nanny crap like this when there are more important things at this time to worry about.

Listen, if the President has accepted the apology, what the hell is everyone else complaining and bitching about? Chastise him to his face when you see him. Send him a tsk tsk email. Call him and say "Hey nice move d-bag". But seriously? This shit has to stop. Just because he said it out loud, just because he couldn't keep his mouth, doesn't make him the scapegoat.

How much shit is said behind closed doors? "Off the record?" Are politicians thinking that we are so naive to think this same shit doesn't happen in private offices on the hill? Give me a break. The man is sorry.

Move on.


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