Are oysters aphrodesiacs?
So much for celebrity endorsements in politics. An A-list of progressive panjandrums are scurrying to scrub evidence of having endorsed the candidacy of a former obscurity named Graham Platner, who now will sleep with the oysters.
It is not despite but because of the assurances of the likes of Ro Khanna, Bernie Sanders, and Elizabeth Warren that a REPUBLICAN! — that menacing threat to the republic, Susan Collins, scourge of all that is decent — will be re-elected this November, proving once again that nothing assures electoral good fortune like bad opponents and worse supporters.
Not that Ro, Bernie, or Elizabeth knew Graham Platner from a Graham Cracker. How could they? Nobody knew this guy! Might have had a cuppa coffee with the man, took a briefing in the limo from the airport, but one thing they knew for sure: Democrats needed Maine to take control of the U.S. Senate so that they could sock it to Trump, reopen the borders, soak the taxpayer, bomb Israel, and put men back in the girls’ locker room. And Graham Platner, bearded and unvetted, ran as a Democrat but looked the stereotype of a blue collar — unlike the safe and well known former governor of the state. Or does Janet Mills have a Totenkopf tat, too?
→ “Unfortunately, Graham Platner’s team has … attempted to put their thumb on the scale” in choosing a replacement.
Believe all women — except Sen. Warren
Turns out, Mr. Platner has more skeletons than a Ray Harryhausen movie.
After hissing the woman beater, citizens inclined to vote Democrat might direct some of their ire toward his enablers — party heavyweights desperately scouring the roadhouses and nail salons for working class heroes to counter Republican inroads in what had been, since FDR, their property. Hey, Platner looked the part! That includes the New York Times for assuring its readers that an early accuser was likely a Republican operative whose account should be discounted.
Watch for guilty pleasure the Nurse Ratched of progressive politics singing a political torch song for the burley, tatted-up ex-Marine as Her Kind of Man. Like a 1940s bobbysoxer, Sen. Warren goes all weak in the knees.
“I said to myself, that’s my kinda man! Because that is a man who not only has the values but a man who believes in accountability and we need a little bit of accountability coming out of Washington right now.”
Blaska’s Bottom Line: Um, might you be a case in point, Senator Warren? There’s a word for partisan hacks who sell themselves so cheaply.
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